Finding His Unicorn

“More,” I demand and don’t stop rubbing and licking. She moves her hips and kicks her legs, scratching at the sheets. But her body is under my control, and just when she can’t take any more, she climaxes again. “Beautiful,” I say as I watch her body flush and glisten with the effort.

When she’s lying limp on the bed, I stand up and take my jeans off. I go to the bathroom and grab a change of underwear because I came all over my other ones. My cock is still rock hard and as much as I want to rub it against her soft curves, I made a vow to her and to myself that I’d take my time.

When I go back out in the bedroom her eyes are closed and she hasn’t moved. I smother a laugh as I climb on her and then push her dress the rest of the way off of her, tossing it on the floor with my clothes. Her eyelids are heavy as she smiles up at me, and I reach around behind her to unfasten her bra. Her breasts spill free and I lay my body on top of her, just feeling her under me, naked and warm, is enough. For now.

I kiss her softly before my mouth moves down her neck and between her breasts. Then I suck a nipple in my mouth and flick my tongue across it until the hardened peak is wet and pink. I move to the other and then go back and forth until her body is wiggling under me.

“How can I be so turned on again?” she breathes, rocking her hips against me.

The head of my cock is peeking out from the top of my boxer briefs and rubs against the soft skin of her lower belly.

“I hope it never stops.” I smile against her nipple and she gasps. I graze my teeth across it. “Don’t worry, little unicorn, I’ll take care of you.”

With my mouth on her nipple, I slip my hand between us and grab my cock. I use the tip to rub between her folds and over her clit so that she and I both get just a tease of what we want. It’s painful for me to stop, but as soon as I feel her climax, I shove my cock back in my underwear and force myself to move off of her and spoon her from behind.

“That feels like it needs attention.” She wiggles her ass against me and I grab her hips.

“He’ll get his soon enough,” I whisper against her skin as I trail a line of kisses along her shoulder. “Tonight is about you.” About you falling in love with me, I think to myself.

Ever since she leapt into my arms last night I can’t stop thinking about how I don’t ever want them empty again. I’ve spent my whole life trying to do the right thing and follow my heart and it’s led me to where I want to be. Why shouldn’t I listen to it now? It’s telling me that Rosabelle is the one, and that this is it, so I plan on following my instincts and keeping her. Now, I just need to convince her that she should stay.

Forever.

Chapter Thirteen

Rosabelle

The scent of bacon has my eyes opening as I roll to my side, and I smile when I see where I am. It’s still hard to believe Blaze and everything about him is real. He’s cooking again, and if his plan was trying to make me fall in love with him, I’m pretty sure I’m there already. I sit up, needing to go and find him, and as I do the blanket falls and reminds me that I’m naked. My nipples tighten as my mind replays the things Blaze did to me last night and I know that’s only a sample of what’s to come. As much as I hate the girls at work, they brought this man into my life and I’ve never been happier.

My feet touch the carpet and I snag Blaze’s shirt off the floor before heading to the bathroom to make sure I’m not a wild mess before I go in search of him. When I look into the mirror I smile because though I do look like a mess, I feel sexy. My mouth is still swollen and puffy and I love how it feels. I flip off the bathroom light and follow the aroma of breakfast.

Blaze’s place is really nice. He mentioned after his parents died they left him some money after I was about to cry thinking about him being alone and on the streets. He said he was lucky he didn’t have to struggle and was really humble about it. This is more than I thought he meant, but it just goes to show that he’s still down to earth and an outsider would never know he’s wealthy. He’s not living in an empty bachelor pad like I thought he might be. This place feels like his home and that things here hold sentimental value. It’s another reminder of how sweet he is.