Page 3 of Merry Christmas To Me
And now my dick was getting hard.
“I’ll have you know there is nothing wrong with being safe,” she retorted. “Love doesn’t factor into whether or not you’re ready to have a child.”
I cocked my head. “So, you’re not on any traditional birth control, then? Condoms only?”
She bristled, and I realized sparring with the little spitfire was actually kind of fun. “Not that it’sanyof your business, but I’m on the five-year implant.”
“Well, then, that just proves my point that you didn’t love the guy,” I repeated. “So, a little humiliation, but not heartbreak.” I shrugged again. “I’d consider that a win, no?”
“Quit saying that,” she demanded. “You have no idea what my relationship with Rodney was like.”
Ah, Rodney. That’s the idiot’s name.
I took a step closer to try to minimize the eavesdropping of random pedestrians who were out and about, getting their Christmas shopping done. Her eyes widened a bit, but she didn’t step back. She just straightened her spine and arched a raven brow.
Fuck, she was magnificent.
“Do you want to know how I know you weren’t in love with him?” I asked, and I knew it was on the tip of her tongue to tell me no, but curiosity got the better of her.
“How?”
“Because, even after six months of dating, you still didn’t let him get you dirty,” I replied, my voice just above a dark whisper.
Her entire body squirmed, and I’d bet my truck certain parts of her were clenching a bit. “What…” She had to clear her throat, and I couldn’t stop the smirk on my lips. “I don’t know what you mean,” she lied.
“Either you didn’t love the guy or he’s the biggest pussy on the planet,” I said, not calling her out on her little white lie.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, this time, her voice laced with a touch of frustration.
“Once a guy claims a girl for his own, the first thing he does is cum inside her,” I said, and her face turned bright pink with my crude description of commitment. “When men mate, it’s about more than just securing the next generation. It’s about more than just securing our lineage.” A quick look at my lips told me she was hanging on every word coming out of my mouth. “When we’re balls-deep in the woman we love, the woman we’ve decided to make ours, it’s all about making our claim on her and her body absolutely clear. It’s about owning her. Making her ours,” I told her. “And the way we do that is to coat your pussy in everything we have to give.” I took a step closer. “And it doesn’t stop there.” I could see her neck work with a deep swallow, and I wanted nothing more than to stick my hand down those jeans of hers to see if she was wet. “It’s the same reason we cum on your ass, or your back, or your tits, and especially that fucking stunning face of yours.” She gasped because I’d just made my speech personal, but I didn’t stop. “It’s the same reason we rub it into your skin and make you filthy with it. So that when another motherfucker dares to get close enough to you, he smells your ownership, not your fucking perfume.” My dick was rock hard now, but I didn’t care if she noticed or not. I was interested in this woman, and that’s where I was going with this.
“That’s…that’s not true,” she denied. “There’s nothing wrong with being polite in the bedroom.”
“There’s a lot of shit wrong with being polite in the bedroom,” I countered.
“Sia?”
