“I know baby. The morning is always the best. You’re so warm and wet. Half sleep and snuggly like a kitten.” he places an open mouth kiss on my neck and I moan at not being able to face him and kiss him like I want. His finger rubs my nub, adding more pressure with each second that passes. “I am so fucking gone for you, baby. This pussy has me by the balls.” I can’t stop mewling as he moves in and out in a slow deliberate pace.
He grabs my hair and jerks my head to the side, forcing me to look at him from the corner of my eyes. He leans further into me which changes the angle of his hips. He pushes further inside and I groan as his cock slides deeper. My hand shoots to my stomach, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.
When he stops moving, I push back against him. I need him to release the pressure. I want to feel his heat inside me. His hand come around my neck and I gasp. “What’s..” His eyes look deranged and focused. It is a look I have seen only one other time, when he saw Evan grabbing me.
“This pussy is mine, Imogen. You belong to me. Do you understand?” I nod hoping to calm him down.
“I will kill any man who touches you. Tell me you understand.” He pivots, pulls out and slams back inside. I scream my understanding, tears leaving my eyes from the pain and the feeling of being loved so much.
“I love you, Alex. I don’t want anyone else. No one else.” I tell him softly. I wrap my arm around the back of his neck and try to calm him.
“I fucking love you.” he says before he pinches my clit and I come, shouting his name as always. I know the minute he comes. I feel him scorching me from the inside out and then his battle cry. “Fuuuuuuck. Take it all, my dirty angel. Take every fucking drop.” he drops his head in my neck and I hear him say, “Please. Please.” What does he keep praying for?
We manage to pull ourselves from the bed in enough time for me to shower and get dressed and be downstairs with my sister and his mother to help in the kitchen.
I notice how Adriel seems more eager, more like she is enjoying this, unlike how she behaves when she has to help out at home. “You girls are so good in the kitchen. I am glad to know my boys will be in good hands cause my men love to eat.” We all laugh at his moms comment.
“So you guys do this every Saturday?” I ask shucking the corn.
“Actually we normally do this on Sundays. However, Manuel and I thought that since you won’t be here tomorrow, it would be best to do it today. It is not every day two out of our four sons finds their soulmate.” I can’t help blushing. “Is it just going to be us?” Alex hasn’t really told me anything about their weekly gatherings.
“No. Manuel has cousins and Uncles that live close by. They usually come and bring their kids. So we will have a house full.” A brief wave of envy sweeps through me. Having a big family must be so nice. Knowing where you come from is something my sisters and I don’t have the luxury of knowing.
“That must be awesome.” Adriel says, stealing my thought.
“Do you girls have a big family?”
“No.” I respond right away. “It is just the four of us and our parents.” She looks at us astonished before recovering.
“What about your grandparents?”
“We have never met them. Either set. My parents don’t speak of them. At all.” Adriel says shrugging her shoulders.
“Wow! I am one to talk though. My kids know my husband’s family, but mine, not so much. They didn’t approve of Manuel when we met. He didn’t run in the same circles as us. My father was the town judge and my mother was a socialite. My father wanted to arrange me to a lawyer. I met Manuel my senior year when his dad’s shop moved to our town. He was the typical Latin bad boy with a chip on his shoulder, but the minute I saw him, I felt it everywhere.” I love how open and not subdued she is. My mother would never talk about such things.
“He was so gruff and rude to everyone but me. With me he was mush. Well in public.” I hide my giggle behind my hand. Adriel is also laughing. “He told me if I left with him, he would give me the world and then some. I just had to believe in him. So, I walked away from everything and everyone I knew and built a life with the keeper of my heart. My parents made it clear if I left, I would never be welcome again. And the rest is history.”