Page 90 of Choosing My Happiness
He bent down and rested his forehead against mine. “Yes, we’ll do this properly, with each other, together,” he murmured. I lifted my head to find his lips.
A sharp bang at the door broke the moment.
“How come this door’s locked?! What are you two doing in there?” Bull’s voice echoed through the door as the handle rattled.
“I’m handling my ol’lady,” Jim bellowed back with a grin.
I heard Bull’s grunt before he responded, “Check the third drawer then, and don’t be too much longer. I’ve got shit to do.”
Jim looked at me and raised an eyebrow, before walking around the desk and pulling open the drawer. He pulled out a wrapped package and put it on the desk, his face smiling in recognition. His eyebrow raised again as he smoothed a hand over the package.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked. I looked at him in confusion. He smiled and opened it up, lifting out the kutte with “Property of Midwife” emblazoned on it.
My breath caught in my throat.My kutte. I reached out and touched the patch.
“Daisy?” Jim asked.
I looked over the kutte at him. There was a touch of worry in those beautiful grey eyes. What did he have to be worried about? My confusion must have shown in my eyes. Jim drew in a deep breath and seemed to force the next words out.
“I want you to be my ol’lady, and eventually my wife. But it’s up to you. I can wait until the divorce comes through, if you want. The offer is there.” Jim clenched his jaw, waiting for my answer.
I lifted my arms up, my hands finding their way to my shirt. I pulled it over my head, leaving me in my tacky beige bra. Jim swallowed audibly. I unhooked the bra and let it slip off.
“Holy Jesus,” Jim breathed, his arms holding the kutte dropping slightly. I grinned, gaining courage, and slid my pants and underwear off in one move.
“I don’t want to wait,” I said, stepping out of the mess of material beneath me. I reached for the leather, pulling it towards me. The movement seemed to shock Jim out of the stupor he was in. He tightened his grip on the vest, and instead let me pull him around the desk with it.
We stood front to front with the kutte between us. Jim’s gaze was stormy with desire.
“Are you going to let me put it on?” I asked breathlessly.
His jaw clenched. “Let. It. Go,” he ordered.
I dropped my hands. His gaze traveled over my body, lighting each nerve as it passed.
“I am the luckiest son of a bitch ever,” he growled. He transferred a hand from the kutte to the back of my neck, gripping me firmly. “You’re mine, and no one else’s,” he promised. I tilted my head up to match his possessive gaze, and cupped his chin.
“If I take this, the same applies to you. You’re mine and no one else’s,” I replied.
He smirked. “I’ve been yours for fucking years. That’s not going to change. Kutte or no.”
I smirked back. “Put it on me,” I challenged him. He grinned and held it behind me, waiting for me to slide my arms in. I closed the front of the kutte, and tucked everything in. Jim adjusted the sides, brushing my breasts with the back of his fingers reverently. He was breathing carefully as he moved.
“You’re a beautiful woman.” I could barely hear the words that he moaned out. “Like a goddess. My goddess.” He slowly turned me around so my back faced the desk, then folded himself down. “Let me worship you, let me worship this body of yours.” His lips touched my thighs, my chunky thighs that he left handprints on a month ago. The bruises had only just faded from where he had gripped me in ecstasy when we’d created our baby.
Those lips travelled between my thighs giving both equal attention, and he subtly pushed me into the desk. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. I think I breathed his name. Something happened, because his breath hitched and he shoved my thighs apart. I almost came as his tongue buried itself into my cunt. Hard and delicious tremors erupted from the sensations he drew from me, and they grew. I felt his hands grip my ankles and lever me onto the desk. I cried out as he took advantage and pushed his face further in, flicking his tongue inside me, then sucking my clit into his mouth.
“That’s it, My Queen, call my name, let everyone know who is worshipping you,” he growled, replacing his tongue with his fingers. “Let everyone know whose face is buried between your legs.”
Overwhelming need was driving me. I couldn’t breathe if he wasn’t in me. I reached for him, caressing his hair as he tongued my clit, his eyes holding me.
“Fuck me, please Jim. I need you,” I begged. I needed more, I wanted his body pressing against me, I needed his cock inside me.
“Not until you cum, My Queen. Cum like the goddess you are. This body is pure temptation. Show me what you’re made of.” He must have added another finger as he spoke, because I felt stretched, pressure, desire, and need all intensifying, and it still wasn’t enough. Then he curved his fingers inside me and the world fell apart. I saw the universe explode behind my eyelids as I screamed. The pleasure was intense, and sensitive, and still not enough.
I opened my eyes slowly, and watched Jim caress me gently until my tremors subsided.
“I still want you inside me,” I whispered. Jim’s smile spread across his face. He undressed quickly, revealing that amazing body that he hid from everyone else.
