Page 25 of Torn
Pres stands up, "so something else happened. Lorenzo Ricci asked for a meeting. He's coming here tomorrow. He looks over at me; you need to have her gone before one, got me?" I nod. "He called to say it hasn't been them hitting our shipments and wants to meet so we can mend fences. I don't buy that shit, so I want all hands on deck." Everyone nods. "That's it for tonight everyone be here early tomorrow I don't want any surprises."
I head straight to my room and find Becca unpacking her things into the free space in my dresser. "I hope this is okay."
"What's mine is yours, make yourself at home." I walk over to her and turn her toward me. "You know things will be okay, right?" She doesn't respond. I lift her up so she's sitting on the dresser and at eye level with me. "I claimed you tonight, Angel. That means that you have me in every sense of the word. I'm yours, and you're mine. I will do anything I can for you. All you have to do is ask." Her teeth nibble at her bottom lip, and I know she's holding something back. "Tell me, what's on your mind."
Her hands stroke the back of my neck. "Before everything falls apart before things get bad and we might lose each other, I want you to make love to me. I want you to be my first."
Hearing those words from her stop me in my tracks. “I don’t want to do that tonight if the only reason is that you’re scared something might happen.”
"That's one of the reasons, but it's not the only one. There is something between us that drives me to you and makes me never want to be away from you." She takes a deep breath, "you said I'm yours now. I want you to make me yours in every way."
I brush one of her stray hairs behind her ear, wrap my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her. Her hands find their way into my hair like they always seemed to do. I move down to her neck and start to kiss her all over, making lines from ear to ear and then going down her neck and across her collarbone. Though, if she keeps making those little sounds, I really wasn't sure how long I would last.
I pull back and look at her. I need to make sure she is really ready and not just doing this because she thinks I expect it. Although at this point, if she changes her mind, no amount of cold showers will help me.
I pull away and look in her gorgeous hazel eyes. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to rush you. I’d wait if you wanted me to.” She looks at me with a smile on her face.
“Storm, I think a part of me has wanted this since I woke up with you in my room. I trust you, and I know you’ll never hurt me. I want this, Storm. I. Want. You.”
That’s all I need to hear. I grab her and kiss her with everything I’ve been holding back. She lets out a moan. I pull back to look at her. I pull off the tank top she’s wearing, and she stands up to pull off her jeans. All that is left is a pair of red lace boy shorts.
I’ve had my fair share of sex, but tonight is the first time I am ever going to make love to someone; the first time it is actually going to matter. I lead her over to the bed and lay her down. She is fucking perfect. I start to take off my shirt, but she grabs my hand to stop me.
"Let me do it." She takes my shirt off, then goes to work on my belt. She eases my pants down and then my boxers. The look on her face is priceless. I grab her and start kissing her again; then I ease her down on the bed.
I lie next to her and begin to run my hands all over her body. Her hands are stroking my back up and down, her nails sending chills throughout my entire body. I move my mouth lower and begin to kiss her breasts. They are just as perfect as the rest of her. When I move to her nipple and close my mouth around her, she shrieks, which only encourages me more so I move to the other one and do the same thing. She is squirming beneath me, and I know what she wants, but I'm not ready to give that to her yet. I slide my hands down her body, over her breasts, down her stomach and ease her panties down.
I glance up at her and smile. She blushes, knowing exactly what I am thinking. I am so turned on; it feels like my dick is about to explode. I lean down and place kisses on her inner thighs, then move my hands over her, slowly starting to stroke. She lifts her hips up to meet me.
“Oh my god…” She moans so loud.
“Jesus, Becca…you’re so wet, baby.”
She is so ready, but I want to do this first. I continue to kiss her while my finger finds its way inside. She is so damn tight that I know I am going to hurt her when the time comes. I start with one finger, then insert another one, trying to open her up, so it isn't as bad for her. I lower my head and begin to kiss her beautiful pussy.
The minute my tongue touches her she lets out a yell. "Storm!" Her moans are getting louder and I know she's close. Her back arches and she lets out a cry when the orgasm hits her. I look up at her, and she seems so happy and content, and I love it.
I move up to her. “Are you ready, Angel?” She looks at me and nods her head. “Okay, I’m going to go get a condom.”
"No! Wait, Storm!" Oh God, she is going to tell me she isn't ready. I can wait for her if she needs me to, but I am definitely going to need to go to the bathroom and take care of myself. Then she looks up at me and says the last thing I expected. “I’m on birth control. Do you think we could just do it like this? I want to feel you.”
This woman was going to be the death of me. The hopeful smile on her face is all I need. “If that’s what you want, Angel.”
I’ve never had sex without a condom on. This is going to make it even harder to not come within a minute. I kiss her and move on top of her, deepening the kiss because I need her to know and feel how much she means to me. I position myself at her opening.
