Just mine.
The woman I love.
I growl when the thought hits me, as though I can push it away, not that I would ever want to. But I can’t ruin this.
I become the animal again, rearing back so I can study her as I thrust inside. Her breasts bounce for me, her hands fly up to grab them, and her eyes are locked on mine.
“You like that?” she moans, the corner of her lips twitching.
“Yes,” I growl, almost shouting. “I fucking do.”
I pound into her faster, and my precocious woman plays with her breasts, holding my gaze captive as I pound inside of her faster and faster. She starts to move with me after a while, but I’m not sure how long.
Time doesn’t matter. Just each thrust, sliding up into her then teasing myself out, only to thrust into her again.
My eager woman bounces, her hands buried in her tits, her eyes locked on me and blurry with tears of pleasure.
Each thrust makes her moans sweeter, and I can feel her getting closer.
It’s the way her hot pussy pulses around my base, the way her deep insides touch at the very end of my bulging cock. Her body is talking to me, demanding it harder and faster until she can no longer fight the urge.
“So…so….”
She can’t speak, the veins on her neck bulging, her face turning red as her hands fall to the side. She claws at the sheet as her face turns red.
“So close,” I finish for her, pounding into her soaked young pussy. “So fucking close.”
She screams as she shudders, her hands flying to the side as she starts to move on my cock even faster.
Her gorgeous body shakes for me in the most dick-tightening way, my seed getting too tense, too ready.
And then she starts to come, and I don’t stand a chance.
Her pussy pulses around my cock, from my swollen tip to my tight base, up and down as I fuck her deeper.
She’s pumping with her hips like her body senses what to do like she knows how she can bring our future closer with each movement.
We collapse together, my chest pressing against her as my seed erupts burningly up my shaft. It drives up from my balls and makes my cock even harder, the tip pulsing and burning and, and, and….
Fuck, fuck.
I’m shaking on top of her, hammering her untouched pussy mercilessly, as she screams in my ear and the whole bed shakes.
The whole world shakes.
Slowly, our mutual pleasure comes to an end. We twitch together. Then I roll aside, and she comes with me, clambering onto my chest to look into my eyes.
She shows her excitement. Her cheeks flush shamelessly, her lips turned into a smile, her eyes wide. She opens her mouth, and I know what she’s going to say. I can hear the words, and I can feel the answering happiness inside of me.
I can hear my own words.
This is it.
But then her expression drops. She turns away.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Did I do okay?” she whispers.
I’m sure that isn’t it. I sensed I love you.
But maybe I was right. Maybe it’s too soon.
But is anything too soon with us?
“Okay?” I smirk, leaning down to brush my lips against her cheek. “You saved my life, Lena.”
“Well, actually, you saved mine….”
I laugh. “But you did the same. Without you, I would always be alone. Without you, I wouldn’t be so optimistic about the future. Without you, I wouldn’t….”
Be in love, I almost say, but then something stops me.
“I’m so happy,” Lena says, smiling. “We did it. I can’t believe it. I thought there might be, you know, an issue….”
“It’s because we didn’t know what it meant before,” I tell her firmly. “Now we’re starting a family, a future. We’re going to be together forever. Whatever happens, Lena, you always have a family now.”
“And so do you,” she whispers, kissing my chest.
I rest my head on the pillow, my fingers moving through her hair as she snuggles closer. Enough has happened today, I decide, without adding I love you on top of it.
Maybe we both feel the same, but there are degrees of obsession. Maybe I’m one step ahead. It doesn’t mean we both don’t need each other, but she may want time to process where we are and our relationship.
I catch the flow of my thoughts, smiling as I kiss Lena on the top of the head.
I never would’ve thought like this before, like some wannabe relationship guru or something.
But it’s good. I hope it is.
It proves I want this to work, for my woman to be happy, for our future to be bright.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Lena
“He’s a very good boy,” Olga says, sitting on the sun lounger with sunglasses perched on her forehead.
Her yellow hair spills down her back, and her long white dress catches in the sunlight. Izzy sits next to her, a towel over her body and sunglasses, sleeping off a hangover.