Waiting For You

Chapter Thirteen

~ Mars ~

How cold it be possible to be exhausted and invigorated at the same time? After a marathon night of sex, we’d gone to the con all day again yesterday. We’d come back here early and fallen on one another. Somehow, we’d ended up in the galley kitchenette. I’d bent her over the window seat, her hands pressed to the glass and fucked her from behind with the view of the city beyond.

That had been the first time.

“Morning,” Reba mumbled. She wrapped around me from behind while I sat on the side of the bed. I pulled her around to straddle my lap.

“Morning,” I replied, kissing her. It had only been an hour since we showered and brushed our teeth, but I had a feeling we’d end up in the shower again soon.

“Can we just stay here today…until we have to leave to hop on the plane? Is that okay?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“Good. It’s only been two nights and I’m going to miss this.”

My arm tightened around her, and I brought up the other hand to pull back her head and make her look at me. “No, you’re not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…you’re going to be in my bed every night. You think I can sleep without you in my arms. No way. You’re mine now and we belong together.”

She licked her lips, tempting me to dive in and kiss them. “I never thought that would make me happy.”

“What do you mean?”

“The dominance. The ownership thing. You going all dominant and alpha male on me. I even like when you hold me down. That’s… That should terrify me.”

I stroked her hair. “Because of your past?”

Reba had never talked to me about it, not really, but little things she’d said led me to believe that she’d run from something.

“I was married before. It was never very good. I was young, and dumb and never recognized it for what it was. I was so needy for affection. I thought when we were together, married, that things would get better. Things only got worse. He was…abusive.”

“Sunshine…” I breathed, marveling that she could be such a ray of light after that and admiring her for being stronger than my father had ever been. She’d left.

Then I thought of how rough I was with her sometimes. “I’m sorry,” I gasped, shattered by possibly thrusting her back there. “I shouldn’t have—”

She grabbed my face, stopping me. “Don’t you dare say that,” she demanded. “I love everything we’ve done together. Everything. And I want more. Us getting rough in bed…that’s not abuse. That’s…oh my God. So good. I won’t ever be into anything like bdsm or something but submitting to you in the bedroom and letting you take over and dominate me. I…love that.”

She slid off my lap, going to her knees before me. Her hands pushed along the top of my thighs, pushing my legs father apart. Her fingers wrapped around the stiff shaft of my erection. “I love it,” she repeated.

Her mouth covered my tip, and I couldn’t help but knot my hand in her hair again. It was a good thing she liked it because I didn’t know how to be anything but this with her.

“Oh…yeah…Sunshine… Take it,” I grunted. She sank down my shaft, sucking and licking. Her head bobbed, then she pulled off me and dragged her tongue along my veiny length. She cupped my heavy balls, rolling them in her hand while she worshiped my dick with her mouth. She drew on the thick ridge along the underside, dragging down to the base. She drew hard, making my hips buck.

“Suck me,” I groaned out, knowing she needed that. “Take me. Take me down your throat.”

She made a sound, saying something that was garbled with my dick in her mouth. Her lips closed hard around me, her fist closing tight around my base while she bobbed up and down.

“Take more. Take more of me,” I commanded.

Reba groaned, moving down her hand and letting me reach her throat. She gagged a little but didn’t let it stop her. Reaching down, I scooted her backward then stood, changing the angle and letting me really fuck her mouth.

“You look pretty on your knees for me,” I told her, grasping her hair and staring down into her wide eyes while I fucked her mouth. She let go of me completely and clasped my thighs. Her head tipped as she opened her throat to me. She choked a little, but didn’t stop. Her whimpers vibrated along my length, her face turning red when my drives denied her oxygen. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her nails dug into me but she pushed forward when I pulled back, showing me she loved it and wanted more. She moaned, the sounds getting louder, and when I looked past where she sucked me, I saw her hand in her pussy, working frantically.