Page 92 of Cohen's Control

I want to show her how special she is and how much I care about her in ways I never have with anyone else. I want her to know she’s not at fault for what happened, that she’s not useless, that she’s the opposite of everything he ever said to her.

She’s mine now, and today, I want her to feel it. Know without any doubt that despite the fact we don’t yet wear rings, she is fucking mine and I will do everything I can to protect her. Anything in my control.

I bring my mouth to her pussy, inhaling before I taste. She brings her other hand to my head and strokes through my hair, not guiding my head but touching me praisingly. No matter the state I’m in, her touch is the key, the solution, the thing that grounds me. She’s realigning every disjointed piece of me.

“Scarlett, you saved me,” I tell her, needing the words to soak into her skin and be absorbed fully by her consciousness. He broke her down but I will devote every moment of my life to rebuild her, show her she’s strong and perfect.

“You saved me,” she whispers, voice rocky with emotion.

God only knows what she thought driving over here. Aug texted me and said he was tailing her home for safety. He also let me know that she watched the footage.

She knew what I heard. While I waited on that couch, I turned it over in my mind, studying those words from all angles. And I realized that I know Scarlett. I know her well. And I chose to believe that there was a reason she withheld.

I chose not to fight. Not to run. Not to accuse.

I chose to hear her out. Hold her and listen to her, and stay to love her. Which is what I plan on doing.

“Move in with me,” I whisper against her clit before lapping a few times, making slow, long strokes. She plumps to my tongue, and her grip on my head tightens. “Live with me. Sleep with me. Shower with me. Let me make your meals and plan trips away. I want to see you grouchy, and take care of you when you’re sick. I want to bicker about shoes on the floor and clothes not in the hamper,” I whisper, slipping two fingers into her. She seizes around me, her spine arching slightly as she moans. “Let me be yours, Scarlett. Let me in, and let me stay.”

I suck her clit into my mouth, sealing my lips to her cunt. She moans beneath me, fingers splayed across my scalp. I blink up at her over her velvety mound, finding her breasts in her hands and her eyes on me.

Curling my fingers, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, pressing my other hand into her lower belly with a bit of pressure.

“Cohen,” she moans, her hands coming down over her eyes, then dragging down her face. With a pop, I pull off her pussy, pressing a kiss to her bare, slick cunt. Our eyes lock. “Yes,” she pants, and our grins imply an accepted marriage proposal, not just moving in.

I think we both realize where we’re headed. I know I can’t envision myself without her.

I bring my arms under her legs and settle my mouth against her seam. My cock throbs against the mattress, weeping at the sweet taste of her. I make slow passes between her lips, stopping to run tight circles around her clit, sucking it in, nibbling, then dropping my thumb on it as my tongue circles her cunt.

She calls my name, and my flesh burns when she does. Her breathy moans for more, the way she mewls her pleasure, and calls my name is so incredibly hot, but it’s even more than that.

Just the two of us finally, tucked away into a room, a single bed, all of our problems spread out, laid bare. We’re chasing our happiness now, with nothing left to poke and prod us. Challenges lie ahead, and every great relationship feels like a rollercoaster sometimes, too. But we’re done with unwrapping our baggage.

It’s onward now, just the two of us, and the thought of that brings me so much happiness that I want to gorge myself on her cunt. Use my mouth to make her come, then, if she’s ready, slide inside of her, pin her to the mattress and give her every aching inch of me until neither of us can breathe. I want to fulfill her, give her the filthy words she loves right in her ear. Work my hips over her until she tells me she’s ready, until I have her clenching and milking me. That’s when I’ll let go of my control and take her pussy the way I want; deep and slow. I dream of coming deep inside of her, watching her face as my cum floods her insides, turns her warm, stuffs her.

I imagine rolling her onto her side, her pregnant belly too big for missionary. I spread her legs and feast on her extra sensitive cunt from behind, plunging my thumb in her ass as I do. She comes hard and my head jerks up, at the real Scarlett, my fantasy falling away.

I just envisioned her pregnant.

And I didn’t freak the fuck out. It made my cock harder, it made me feast on her deeper, licking her more, wanting and needing her like crazy.

I move the tip of my nose along her clit before latching on again, sucking her slow and licking her softly. She writhes and I drive my fingers into her deeper, holding her tighter to taste more and more of her. Bring her to the brink.

“Cohen, Cohen, Cohen,” she pants, her thighs trembling as they close around my head. Sound goes as she tightens her legs, and I sink my fingers deep into her thighs. I love my senses being smothered by her. I let my thumb take over on her clit as I fuck her with my tongue, nearly spilling when she tosses her feet onto my back and digs her heels into my ass.

My groin thrusts against the bed as she strangles me with her beautiful legs, her wet warmth flooding my tongue as I fuck her with my mouth. She stills, her hands slap at my shoulders, clawing at my flesh as she moans my name, praising me as she clenches all around me.

“Cohen, yes, Cohen, I’m coming. You’re so good, fuck Cohen, good, good, good,” she chants, her body immediately breaking into a trembling mess, core shaking right along with her legs.

I climb on top of her, dragging my dripping length over her supple curves as I find her mouth with mine. “Can I kiss you?” I ask, my lips brushing against hers.

She seals her mouth to mine without question, and she moans at the taste of herself, andJesus fuck I love this woman. I love her free spirit, her strength, her big heart and—

She drives a palm into the center of my chest, pushing me up. “Cohen, do you really want to live with me?”

The fact that I mentally just admitted my love for her has me grinning.

She slaps my bicep with a chuckle, still sort of catching her breath, the orgasm still in her cheeks. “What? Why are you smiling?”

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