Page 59 of Worship
She walks to me without hesitation until her naked body is standing in front of me. The back of my hand sweeps her jawline, and I cradle her face.
“I love you. It’s not the kind of love that goes away. The kind that fades or is conditional. I love you with all that’s in me. I don’t even care if you love me back. I’ll give it to you freely.”
Her face is unreadable. But the way her eyes are searching mine lets me know that she’s feeling something. She blinks twice and leans her head into my hand.
“I loved you first.”
“Let me worship you,” I breathe out into her lips, taking them again.
Our tongues dance as I place my hand on her side where her waist tapers in and run it up and down her body, guiding her to switch spots with me. When her back is to the bed, I set my hands free to explore her body, moving across her stomach and up to her breasts, grazing her pebbled nipples. I bring my hand between her cleavage until my hand is splayed on her chest and give a tiny push. She falls back onto her ass and then leans back on her elbows.
“Bully,” she chides flirtatiously.
“Sometimes,” I answer honestly, looking at the happiness in her eyes.
This moment grips me. Our love is a feeling that’s been digging its teeth into me since the moment I met her. She’s divine. A goddess. I’ll never deserve her, but I would steal her if I had to just to keep her. We stare at each other, raw and connected. I can do anything so long as she’s next to me. She’s my sun. There was never a point in fighting it. I orbit this woman. My words burst through me, unable to be detained, like a stream of consciousness.
“I envy every man you’ve ever loved because I wish it began and ended with me.”
She sits up and looks at me, giving me something in return.
“I hate her for getting you first.”
We gaze at each other, in this moment, all our truths bleeding out of us.
“I envy the air you breathe because I want to be the only thing that fills you. I want to be the reason you feel alive.” I whisper.
This is the level my love for her exists. I’m unreasonable, irrational when it comes to her. She looks down and then back to me with intensely honest eyes.
“I wish I could’ve been the one who gave you Ella.”
Her words gut me. I’ve never wished for anything more. I clutch her face and bend down to kiss her, unable to tell her what I actually want to say. That one day she’ll give Ella siblings. That Ella will call her mommy. That she is my family. So I tell her what I know I would do to make it happen.
“I would kill anyone who tried to touch you. I would kill for you, Angel.”
This is it. All of me. I would kill for her. Without hesitation or regret.
Her eyes glisten.
“There’s nothing before or after…there’s only you.”
My head drops back, my arms dangling by my side. I wanted to possess her, but it’s her who’s possessed me.
I drop to my knees, gripping her thighs, and pull her to the end of bed. “Come here,” I say, burying my head into her lap. There are only two reasons for a man to be on his knees: prayer and pussy.And I sure as hell don’t pray.
I walk my hands up to her waist and bring my face to her pussy, inhaling her sweet smell. Pulling her closer to me, I place kisses on her center. Gretchen’s fingers weave through my hair as I push my mouth closer into her wetness.
I nudge her legs to open with my chin, and her body bends over my head as I eat her pussy from her sitting position, licking her through the lace. I rip my head from her lap, desperate for more of her, and push her back on the bed, using my hands to open her knees. I lock my mouth over her clit and suck hard through the soft fabric.
I bring my fingers to her panties and start to tug.
“These are trash now.”
“Take them. I hate them.”
Her body bucks off the bed, arching and trying to twist loose from my grip as I bear down on her clit through her panties. She’s gorgeous and uninhibited. I pull at the material again, shredding it open, and tear them from her body.
“Luca!” Her scream only serves to make my cock harder, and it causes me to lose my handle on all my restraint.
