Page 53 of Splintered Security
How can he question that? I laid it all out there. I’ve asked. I’m naked in his bed for Christ’s sake.
“Please don’t make me beg.”
He puts a knee to the bed, stalking toward me like a jungle cat. His erection points straight at me like I’m the prey he’s targeting.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to make you beg, but I promise you’ll like it.” His smirk is mischievous. I haven’t seen that look since we were kids, but it was never laced with this kind of lust.
His face goes serious as he climbs over me, caging my body with his. “You’re in control, Annika. You want me to stop, tell me. You want more, tell me. You want different, tell me. But I’m counting on you to say something. This isn’tconfrontation. I won’t be unhappy. In fact, I want nothing more.” He pauses as he runs a hand up the outside of my thigh. “Promise me you’ll do that for me. For us.”
“Okay, Ren.”
Ren
Okay, Ren.
Two words given freely, but not easily. She hasn’t said it much, but when she has, those two words rock me to my core.
Holding her eyes, ever so slowly, I bend to take her mouth.
Her hum isn’t dissimilar to the moan she makes when I cook for her. It’s erotic and hungry and full of need.
I take my time. This is inevitable. She is mine. If the world disintegrates around us, so be it. But I won’t rush this. I want to savor her in this moment.
I release her mouth and trail kisses to her ear as my hand goes between her legs. “You are perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Can you understand what you do to me?”
“Ren.” My name on her lips is a prayer and a plea.
My fingers find her center, and I slide two inside as the pad of my thumb presses into her clit. Her eyes, which had closed during our kiss, fly open. The fire in them, the heat and desireso visible there, are worth the hell we’ve been through to get here.
“Beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to watch you come around my cock.”
She swallows hard as she writhes on my hand. I lean to kiss her in the center of her throat, dragging my teeth across the same spot before kissing my way between her breasts, over her ribs and to her belly button.
“I can’t wait another moment to taste you, Sunshine.”
So I do. I lick her and lap at her pussy while my hands roam her ass and her entrance. I tease her clit with nips and flicks before sucking deeply, watching her body thrash from the most perfect vantage point.
Her moan is more of a scream as she comes for the second time tonight. But I continue. I need her ready, and I want her happy and sated. And another orgasm is the least I can do.
My fingers play in her pussy, twisting and circling, reaching for that spot deep inside that will make her detonate. She squeezes her legs at my ears. And I laugh.
She freezes in place, the only thing moving on her is her chest that rises and falls as she fights for air. I push her knees high and wide and offer, “I love the taste of your pussy. You boxing my ears won’t hinder me. If you want me to stop, tell me.”
“Need you, Ren.”
That’s music to my fucking ears.
I look over her mound to her face, twisted in pleasure. “You have me, Anni.” And I return to her clit, pull her under onceagain, feeling her flit against my tongue and pulse around my fingers.
Her body goes limp. Only then do I climb over her, positioning at her entrance. “Look at me.”
Her eyes lift, lazy and sexy and sated, to hold my own.
“You’re mine.” I push in with one smooth thrust, all the way to the root.
I’m home.
She’s mine.
