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“Show me how beautiful…” she whispers.
My lips collide with hers in a savoring kiss, and I walk us to her bed, the one I promised her we would break.But tonight is not that night as I lay her down gently before crawling over her, our lips never parting.
Heart hammering, I kiss down her neck and across her shoulders before lowering to her breast, wanting to kiss every inch of her.I palm her breast while kissing the other, and her back arches slightly.I can almost hear her heart pounding just as hard as mine, reminding me that she’s real, that this is real.
My hand reaches lower, trailing over her fantastic curves, and my lips follow, kissing over her stomach, across her hip, and she replaces my hand on her breast with her own, pulling her nipple, playing with her own body, which is such a fucking turn-on.
“I could drown in you and die happy,” I murmur against her skin as I lower farther, my kisses hitting her sweet center, causing her hand to fall to the back of my head.With long, languishing kisses, my tongue caresses across her clit, and she begins panting, her legs spreading even wider for me, letting me in, opening herself up.Her taste on my tongue is one I now crave.
“Oh… yes…” she moans, and I bring her right to the edge with my tongue, not letting her topple over just yet.
“You’re so wet, baby.”I kiss her thighs, leaving her whimpering and a little frustrated.
“You’re a tease,” she complains, and I look up, seeing her grinning.
“Oh, don’t worry, Mama.I’m going to make you come.I just want to watch you when I do it.”I feel in control as I make my way back up her body.
She lowers her hand then, running her fingers down my side, feeling my torso muscles, making them twitch before her hand grips my length.I hiss with relief as she pumps me, my cock hot and heavy and so ready for her.
“Two can play that game…” She strokes me nice and slow, feeling all of me, and I throb in her grip.A trail of pre-cum hits her fingers, and I feel her body almost vibrating in need.
She moans, and I push into her grip, my eyes almost rolling in the back of my head.My fingers pinch her nipple and her hips thrust up, looking for friction.Not able to wait any longer, I kiss her briefly before I lean over, grabbing a condom from the bedside table, the movement quick.
“Are you my girl?Are you all mine?”I position myself at her entrance and look into her eyes.
“All yours,” she whispers as I slide in, gasping, her back arching and taking me in all the way.
“I’m yours.”I give myself to her completely as I start to move.Her legs fall wider, core clenching around me with every swipe of her clit I make on every thrust.“Every fucking inch of me, you now own.”
“Sawyer,” she pants in that needy tone she gets, making my skin prickle with heat.The emotions of the past week run through me, the feeling of being here with her, in her bed, her feeling loved and safe and full of ecstasy.It's like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
“That’s it, Mama.”I watch her, my eyes never leaving her face, seeing every little movement that shows me her pleasure, feeling her hands on me as my movements increase, thrusting into her, showing her how much she means to me.
“Yesss.Oh my God,” she moans again, her legs starting to shake a little around my waist as she nears her release.
“Come for me,” I tell her, and she does.She bites her bottom lip hard, and I watch in awe as her body convulses beautifully as she lets go.“Look at me.”
Her eyes shoot open, and I smash my lips to hers, just as she starts to scream my name.With only a few more thrusts, I’m coming with her with a guttural moan.
“Fuckkkk.”I grind into her, my lips not leaving hers, kissing her thoroughly, our bodies now spent.
“Mmmmmm… you’re so good at that.”
I grin as I continue to kiss her across her bare shoulders.
“We’re good at that.”I lift off her and take care of the condom before turning off the lights.She’s smiling dazedly when I come back to bed.
Grabbing her, I slide her body across the bed to me, and I pull her in tight, spooning her, ensuring she feels safe and loved.
Yet as her breathing slows, my eyes are wide open, looking at the window.Waiting.
41
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The sheriff still hasn’t found anything.The only news he brought this week was that the soil in Annabelle’s vegetable patch had been found to be contaminated with glyphosate, which is what we were all expecting, not alleviating our fears at all.
He also spoke to his contacts at the jail, where my former client resides, confirming that he’s had no visitors for months, made no phone calls, and now lives a somewhat quiet life, reading and playing cards in a three-by-three that he calls home.There’s no indication that he would’ve orchestrated this recent spate of stalking behavior.None of it makes any sense to me, and it keeps me up at night.
