Page 16 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

“Oooh! My bag, I don’t wanna forget it twice,” she says, almost apologizing and I turn us around, heading back to the truck. I hold her up easily, opening the truck and fetching her bag as well as my own.

“There,” I say, pecking her cheek. “I carry a spare everything too, sometimes I get called out on overnight or two day jobs without time to even… well. Without time to even scratch myself…”

“You can say it, y’know.” She teases me, but I don’t want to.

“Without time to even shit?” she says for me, and we both laugh a little. It’s worth it to see her smiling again and I press the elevator button after swiping us in, the fresh smell of the place is a little overpowering but once we get upstairs it’s like the penthouse suite of a five star hotel.

I want to carry her straight through to the bedroom, the ache in my jeans is getting painful now, I decided enough is enough long ago and now I want to claim what’s mine, but that view though. I know we should take it in some, there’s plenty of time.

A lifetime.

I move over to the balcony doors, still enjoying carrying her, when she clears her throat.

“Ahem… Jeez? Where are you going, bedroom’s thatta way, isn’t it? By all accounts I owe you one cherry and you owe me one right royal stuffing, mister.”

I feel my heart jump, the thrill of hearing her talk like that, plus the relief it brings, knowing I’ll have her sooner rather than later makes me growl with delight.

I get us to the main bedroom, which is made up, untouched and immaculately clean. I look into her eyes deeply, then toss her down onto the bed as I start to tear my clothes off, then I see the bravado, the bluff disappear from her again.

“Chelle?”

“Lights?” she murmurs, looking up at me furtively, and I get on my knees by the bed, leaning over on my elbows.

“We can turn the lights off, sure,” I tell her. “But…”

“But?” she asks, and I hear her gulping, turning a deeper flush of pink.

“But I want to see you, Chelle, all of you. And I want you to see me too. I want to look at you, touch you… Do I need to spell it out?”

She looks down at the bedspread, twirling her finger around the embroidered pattern.

“It’s like I said before, Quinn. Not everyone has a perfect body, not everyone wants to have themselves on display.”

I understand, I do, but I don’t care about that. I just want what’s mine now. I’ve tasted Chelle and I’ve felt enough, seen enough already to know that this man who knows what he wants has come to cash in his chips.

I feel my eyes narrowing, not in anger or disappointment. I just want to prove my point, literally.

I start to undress, kicking my boots off, then peeling my shirt off and finally getting down to business. I feel the freedom of the weight of my cock released as I lower my jeans, pulling my legs out of them one at a time, taking my time now so Chelle can see everything.

She tries to look away, but I know she’s transfixed, she wants my body as much as I want hers. Now she can see I have nothing to hide.

“Here I am, Chelle… all of me and I’ve got scars and stretch marks, hairs, all sorts going on over here if you’d care to take a look. No, I’m not perfect and neither are you… neither is anyone but I’m damn well gonna wait here until I can have you all to myself!”

I can feel my chest heaving, my thickness bobbing back up to full attention as I look upon Chelle, sitting up on the bed, her own chest expanding and contracting in time with her labored breaths, but then I see the silver of tears in her eyes again and she darts from the bed to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her.

The lock drawing in the latch telling me she wants to be alone.

I punch the air in front of me, furious that I’ve been so forward, angry at myself that I’ve made Chelle feel bad, when I only thought it would have the opposite effect, to see me naked in the full light. Not something I thought would even matter, because when I look at Chelle I see perfection, nothing less.

I look out across the view, which is really just some black on black with a few pinpoints of light, when my heart leaps as I hear the bathroom door opening.

The lights dim, but stays lit as I see her perfect form in the reflection behind me, she’s walking out slowly, cautiously towards me, fully naked.

I can feel myself stiffen to the point of twitching at the thought of her nakedness touching mine. I want to turn around, but I let her come to me.

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