Page 10 of Satisfied
“No kissing, no touching, and no sex until the I-do’s.”
She’s a virgin in every way. Fuck, this is her first kiss.I’mher first.
I’ll damn well be her last if I have anything to say about it.
She whines when I pull back from the kiss and look down at her, my heart swelling with love when my eyes fasten on her dazed expression. Those pretty eyes are soft and drowsy, glazed over as she looks up at me. Her lips are swollen and thereare twin spots of pink on her cheeks. The towel is still holding strong; I’m surprised it still hasn’t dropped after everything.
“I want you,” I tell her.
She wets her lips. “I know.”
“No, you don’t,” I correct, rubbing a thumb over her soft cheeks. “You can’t imagine half the things I want to do to you. The way I want to touch you and the sounds I want to hear coming from you. I want to see your body flushed, legs spread for me as I take your pussy hard against every surface of this apartment.”
The pink in her cheeks deepens, but something bold sets in her eyes as her hands drop to my stomach. Her gaze remains locked on mine as she slides her fingers underneath my shirt. I gasp at the sensation of her cool hands on my stomach traveling up my torso.
“I…I want that…wantyou.”
I don’t want to let you go.
“I’m not having sex with you tonight, Abby,” I say, dropping my forehead down to hers and hissing out a sharp breath when her nails scrape my nipples.
“Why not?” she whines, the fingers on my pecs nipping at the thin layer of control I’m grasping onto. “You said you want me.”
“More than I do my next breath.”
“Then why—”
I cut off her words by spinning us around and pinning her to the wall with my body. This time, the towel unravels. Neither of us tries to grab for it when it falls to the floor. My eyes drop from her face to the rest of her, and I damn near swallow my tongue.
Lord above, she’s magnificent.
“Christ!” My eyes linger on the perfect swell of her breasts and the pink beads against the pale of her tits. My mouth waterswith the need to suck those pebbles into my mouth and savor their texture, then kiss my way down the curves and dips of her body until my face is practically pressed against her folds with my tongue spreading her feminine lips and licking at her heat, losing myself to the heaven between her thighs.
“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” I rasp, grasping her hips and squeezing, fighting the urge to rip down my zipper and take her where we stand.
“Touch me,” she says in a trembling breath, wrecking me. Christ, she doesn’t even have to ask when my hands are already shaking with need for that. My eyes stay locked on her face as I slide my right hand up her waist and to her breast, fondling her softly in my hand. Slowly, I rub my thumb over her nipple, watching her head fall back, lips parted in a gasp.
And yet again, I feel myself falling deeper for her.
“I wanted you the first day I saw you,” I say, pinching her nipple and tugging at the bead before using my thumb to soothe the sting. “You probably think I’m a sick man. There you were, bruised and in pain. I wanted to take you into my arms and make it all better, but I wanted you like this too.”
I lean in and nuzzle her neck, brushing my lips over the spot under her ear. She shudders against me when I kiss her earlobe. “All that time I spent watching over you, I shouldn’t have thought about sliding my cock into your tight little pussy, but I did. Every single day,” I rasp into her ear, soaking up the little tremors that pass through my body. “You undo me, Abby. You make my dick hard by simply being in the same room with me.” I nudge her legs apart with my knee and line my bulge against her naked sex.
“Oh God!” she moans, her back arching as she pushes up against me, rolling her hips and rubbing her sex against me. “Ransom—”
“Feel how hard I am for you, baby,” I say, rocking against her pussy, soaking in the tremors that roll through her body. My cock leaks endlessly behind my zipper, begging for me to tear away the clothes between us and slam home. I pull back before I can follow through with my thoughts.
“No,” she protests, her nails digging into my shoulders, but the whine morphs into a gasp when I slide my hand between her legs and cup her mound, groaning when I feel her wetness, her arousal on her soft folds. My mouth waters with the thought of tasting her, and I realize with surprise how much the thought of giving her pleasure satisfies me more than the thought of finding my own.
“What have you done to me?” I ask aloud as I drive my middle finger between her legs. She cries out when my digit grazes her clit, the sound so loud I slam my mouth down on hers before she can alert my neighbors. I draw rough circles around her clit, swallowing her broken moans and getting drunk off the taste of her. “You’re so perfect, like you were made just for me,” I say possessively when I break the kiss to let her breathe, working my finger up and down her wet slit.
Christ, I should probably hold back some of my thoughts, but I don’t have the willpower to filter them right now. Everything I feel for this sweet girl is unlike anything I’ve felt before. My heart has never beat as hard as it beats for Abby. Before, sex was an itch to scratch without strings attached. An evening, and then it was over.
With her, I want forever.
I knew from the moment I saw her that I would want forever with Abby. I want to see her in a white dress, walking down the aisle to where I’ll be waiting for her. I want to build a home with her and have kids that carry a little bit of me and so much of her. I want everything, and if I have to get rid of that pest of an ex, then I will.
Goddamnit, Abby belongs to me.
