She leans back on her hands, watching me as I stand in the doorway. “Are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to come take what you want?”
I growl, a deep throaty growl as I enter the room. Stalking to the bed, I stand over her as she nibbles on her bottom lip. Her brown eyes glisten in the darkness of my room from the light being cast in the hall.
They sparkle like two stars. Two stars that have fallen from the sky. Ronda is an angel, dropped into my life at a time when I didn't know I needed one. She gave me the ability to see what life can look like when you share it with someone else.
What more could I ask for when I have it all right in front of me?
11
Ronda
Is this real? The thought crosses through my mind as I peer up at Manu.
He pulls his shirt off his head and drops it to the ground. I'm staring at a wall of muscle, painted with thick black lines that dance and move as his muscles ripple. He's a Greek god. One that's been lost to time, and I'm lucky enough to find.
I reach up and trace his abs, dragging the tips of my fingers along the edge of his pants. His cock is hard, pushing against his jeans. Manu sweeps his hand over the curve of my jaw, and curls his fingers around the back of my head.
He massages my scalp, playing with my hair and tugging it gently. Each tug gets a little heavier, a little firmer, a little more intense. And I like it. I like the way his hands feel on my body. The way they're rough, coarse, and take what they want.
I've never felt so needed before in my life. The way he kisses me fills my heart. The emptiness is fading, dissolving away as if it never existed to begin with.
With my eyes set on his, I move my fingers to the button on his pants and pull it open. I work his pants down his legs, my heart pounding in my chest.
This man is everything I never knew I wanted. He's powerful. He's confident. He's bold. Everything about him screams alpha in charge. He tells you what he wants, and how he wants it. It’s a turn on. I don't have to wonder what's going through his head.
But right now, this is my turn. This is my time to take what I want. And I want him.
His cock tents his boxers as his jeans fall around his ankles. I run a single finger over his tip and down the top of his shaft. Manu groans from my touch, his cock jumping excitedly. I smile up at him as I lick my lips and pull his boxers down.
His cock bounces as it’s released, standing out straight, firm and solid as a redwood. The vein in his length pulses, and the tip is swollen. I wrap my hand around his length, and squeeze.
Manu's head falls back, and he lets out a moan that's more animal than human. His hips jerk, causing his cock to shift in my hand. I watch him as he slowly opens his eyes and looks back down at me.
Everything slows down around us. My heart pauses, my breathing becomes almost nonexistent as time moves like molasses off a spoon. All my senses peak. I can see the vein in his neck as it pulses. I can feel the heat coming off his body, and smell the scent of his musk.
He digs his fingers deeper in my hair, sending chills down my spine. Even the chills roll in slow motion. I can feel them as they spread. Each one a mountain growing out of flat ground. My back arches and my head rolls in his hand as I grip his dick harder. I lick my lips as I drop my gaze to his cock.
The tip glistens with a drop of precum. I lap it up with one quick lick of my tongue. Manu groans, pulling my hair as his fingers curl into the roots. Another rush of sparks skips down my flesh, setting my skin on fire.
His cock jerks in my hand. I can feel it throbbing, pulsing with a beat of its own. Scooting myself closer to the edge of the bed, I press his tip to my lips. I'm looking up, watching him.
He bites his lip, his eyes begging for me to keep going. With painful slowness, I circle his engorged head with the tip of my tongue. His eyes narrow as his hips begin to move gently. He's holding back. I know he wants to slam his cock in my mouth. I can feel it. His muscles are tense to the point they're almost trembling.