The vixen lies back on the bed and spreads her legs for me. There is a blush that coats her cheeks, but she holds my gaze. “I’m ready.”
“Fuck yes, you are.” Ripping into the box, I tear off a little foil pack and let the rest fall to the floor. Bringing the small wrapper to my teeth, I tear it open and sheath my cock. The tremble in my hand has made its way to my knees as I make my way back to the bed. I crawl on and settle between her thighs.
“Kiss me,” she demands, and who am I to deny this beauty anything? Bracing my hands on either side of her head to hold my weight, I bend my head, my mouth meeting hers. She quickly takes control as her tongue invades my mouth, exploring, tasting, and taking what she wants.
Me.
She wants me.
“Please,” she murmurs.
Transferring my weight to one elbow resting on the bed, I slide my hand between us and trace my fingers over her wet pussy, stopping to massage her clit with my thumb.
“Tease,” she pants.
“Is this what you want?” Gripping my cock, I trace it through her folds.
“Ford,” she whines, lifting her hips, and arching her back.
Staring down at her, I want to memorize this moment. I know it’s going to change the course of my life forever. She’s changing my life, and I never want to forget it. After everything she’s been through, her trust is a gift that I will always hold close to my chest.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, resting her palm against my cheek.
“Nothing. I just don’t ever want to forget this moment.”
“Oh, Ford.” She smiles but blinks hard to keep the tears shining in her eyes at bay. “You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met.”
“Good.” I kiss the tip of her nose. Putting us both out of our misery, I align myself at her entrance and push home. We both gasp at the feeling of being connected for the first time.
“So full,” she exhales, moving her hands to my biceps and holding on, her nails marking my skin.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I whisper as I rest my forehead against hers. We lie here, just relishing the feel of one another until she finally speaks.
“Are you waiting for permission?”
Lifting my head, I find a smile tilting her lips. “Tell me what you want, Shayne.”
“I want you to move.”
“Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Tell me,” I urge her.
“Move,” she says again, lifting her hips.
“Say it. What are we doing here, Shay? Tell me what this is, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“I want you to fu—” She stops and swallows hard. I see a storm of emotions flash in her eyes. “Make love to me, Ford. Please.”
Those six words seal our fate. I will forever only ever make love to her. She’s my endgame, and I’m about to show her what it means to be mine. Pulling back, I let my cock slide out, almost to the tip, before pushing back in. She closes her eyes and moans, a sound emitting from deep in her throat.
Over and over again, I repeat the same torturous slide of my cock in and out of her tight pussy until we set a good rhythm. Her hands roam my body, and her legs lock behind my back. “Faster,” she breathes.
“I can’t,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m barely hanging on.” It’s a confession that no man wants to tell his woman, but it’s facts all the same. She’s tight and wet and so damn sexy. I wasn’t lying when I said it had been a while for me.
“I’m so close,” she says, pulling me deeper with her legs that are locked around my waist.
“Tell me what you need, Shayne.” Her hands land on my chest as she pushes me away. I’m startled for a minute until I realize what she’s doing. She moves to where she’s on all fours, backing her ass up to my cock. “Fuck me. You’re perfect.”
“I love your sweet, Ford Gregory, but I need you to fuck me. Take what you need from me. You’ve given me so much, I just— Take me.”
“Are you sure this is what you want? I’m not going to last like this,” I say, grabbing a handful of ass cheek. Damn this woman.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“My girl gets what she wants,” I grunt as I grip her hips and push inside. “Jesus.” I tilt my head back and take a deep breath. “Touch yourself, Shayne.”
“Already ahead of you, soldier,” she says, and I see that she indeed has her hand between her legs.
“That’s so hot.”
“Less talking, more thrusting,” she says, and I can hear the humor in her voice.
I’m not a man who sleeps around. It’s never been my thing, and I don’t have a hell of a lot of experience being deployed more often than not in the last three years. However, I can tell you that I’ve never been with a woman who is playful, sexy, thoughtful, and sweet all at the same time. To joke while having sex is every man's dream. She doesn’t know that I love her, and if I weren’t already certain on the fact, that comment would have sealed the deal. To have her trust, to know she can speak freely and ask for what she wants, that’s what you need to build a strong relationship.