I move my other hand to the back of her neck and cover her mouth with mine. Our bodies move together as I suck her tongue into my mouth.
Grinding her pussy hard on my slick leg as her hand makes love to my erection, I feel like a fucking king. Her king.
I move my finger lower, feeling her back entrance and listening to her breathing stall.
“It’s okay. Breathe, I want all of you. I won’t harm you. Just relax.”
She never stops her hand on my cock when I gently and slowly push my middle finger into her ass.
I swallow her screams into our kiss as I pump through the tight ring and feel her soft pleas fall into our kiss.
We shoot off together, shaking and clutching at each other under the water. I cum so hard I have to concentrate to hold us both up in the slippery soap and water.
Pulling back, I look down and know I’ll never let her go. In this moment, there’s something I realize. Fucking her without protection isn’t just a coincidence. I did it with a purpose. I need her to grow with me. I want to see her body full with us, and that’s something I’ve never imagined before.
I’ll do anything and everything to make this work. As crazy as it is. As crazy as knowing in the first twenty-four hours that someone you met is the one for you.
I look down to see the question in her eyes and wet strands of hair cling to her cheeks and cascade down her chest. She looks so beautiful and used like that I can’t even begin to tell her how much she means to me.
“That was amazing, my Blossom. You did great. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before. And…” She gives me a shy smile, her true innocence shining through. “There’s so much more I want to do with you.”
We end up back in the bed. I want to be on top of her, looking down, so I put her hips at the edge of the mattress and fuck her standing up, holding her legs wide.
When she loses her voice, and I’ve spent myself again, I finally relent and wrap her in one of my navy-blue fleece robes, before setting her up at the kitchen table to work.
“As much as I’d like to fuck you another eight to ten hours, I will never get in the way of your work baby. It’s my job to bring out the best in you. And your job is to be the best for me. For us.” I lean down and kiss her neck looking at the purple marks I’ve left there.
“I’ll do my best.” Her smile lights up my soul.
“I know you will baby. I know you will.”
She looks down at her laptop screen, and I reluctantly step away. My dick is still hard, so I sequester myself in my home gym and try to do my best to burn off the never-ending lust this angel has brought into my life.
Seems some things can be turned off for so long. I honestly hadn’t thought much about wanting a woman in this way for longer than I can remember. And now that I have what I have with Jessie, there will never be a day that will pass that I can imagine not touching her — loving her.
Seems love is something that once it’s wrapped itself around your heart the thought of it going away is unfathomable. It’s like she’s been in my heart my whole life, sleeping, waiting for me to wake and thinking of a day without her again simply won’t be possible.
I’ve lost too many people in my life. I think it’s set me up for exactly this moment. I will never take her for granted. I will never let her go.
I will never lose her because it would mean I would lose myself in the process.
Chapter 9
Torin
“I’ll just be another hour, baby. I left you coffee in the pot, decaf, and there’s pastry on the counter.” I speak low into my phone as people move around my desk.
I look down and see the hint of red lipstick smeared on the cuff of my shirt from last night. In my sleepless stupor this morning, I’d not even bothered to grab a clean shirt.
“Okay.” Her sleepy voice only makes me want to run back to my place and climb in the bed with her again.
I keep thinking each time, each night, each moment will be the high point and there will be a lull or an ebbing of my need for her, but it’s not happened.
“Take a bath. Get your work done because you know when I get there, I’m going to need a feast. My mouth needs you, baby,” I whisper making sure no one around me can hear.