Sassy in Lingerie (Lingerie 8)

My chest began to ache from the deep breaths I started to take. The image in front of me was so erotic, so sexy, that my dick started to throb inside her. I wanted to last longer and make her come again, but my dick had other plans. I pushed my thumb farther inside her as my dick started to pulse. I dumped all my come inside her, filling her channel with my white seed. I moaned under my breath as I enjoyed every single second of the high, every single moment of the intense pleasure.

When I finished, I pulled my dick out to watch my come seep out of her entrance. Bright against her dark skin, my seed dripped down her wet pussy. Watching my explosion drip from her opening made me feel like a man, like I’d truly accomplished something.

I washed up before I came back to bed. She didn’t clean herself up because she knew I didn’t want her to. Even if my come got all over the sheets, I liked having my essence sit inside her all night long.

I got into bed beside her, seeing the heaviness in her eyes. After sex, she usually went to sleep right away. She came into my side and cuddled beside me, her arm draped over my waist. She smelled like her perfume, sex, and me.

The perfect scent.

“I love you,” she said with a sigh, her eyes closing. She usually said it right before she went to sleep.

“I love you too.” My fingers slid through her hair, feeling the soft strands that tickled my chest in the middle of the night.

She tucked her leg in between mine, wrapping around me like a snake.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m leaving in the morning.”

She immediately stilled at my words, and when she didn’t ask where I was going, I knew she’d figured out exactly why I had to leave. She slowly sat up so she could look down at me. “You can’t leave right now, Griffin. It’s the worst time.”

“I know, but I don’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice. You never do anything you don’t want to do.”

“This is different. I’m sorry, baby.”

The disappointment in her eyes made me feel like shit. “Have one of the other guys go.”

“They’ve already rotated twice. I tried to get out of it, baby. But I can’t abandon my obligations for you.”

She sighed as she dragged her hand down my chest. “The timing couldn’t be worse.”

“I know…”

“I don’t want to tell my parents you had to leave. We can’t give them any excuse to dislike you.”

“I know that too. But this is how it has to be. I’ll come back as soon as I can, and maybe they’ll see how simple the process really is.”

She stared at my chest, unable to fight her disappointment. “My parents hate what you do.”

“Yeah, I know.” Her father made it clear how much he despised it.

She lowered herself back to my chest and returned her arm around my torso. She went quiet, knowing saying anything more wouldn’t change the outcome. I’d made my decision, and I had to leave even if I didn’t want to. “How long will you be gone?”

“A few days. I’m going to Australia.”

She stayed quiet, her hair stretching across my body. “I understand your work is important to you, but when we have our own family, you won’t be able to do it anymore. It would be hard enough for me to lose you if you never came back…but it would be so much worse on our children. You know what it’s like to grow up without parents. Don’t do that to your own family.” She squeezed me tighter, like I might slip away any moment.

Vanessa knew I wanted to marry her. But we never talked about having a family. I’d never considered having children. It didn’t seem possible, so I never entertained the idea. Being a father seemed strange to me. I wouldn’t even know where to start. I lived a life of solitude, and I could hardly communicate with people. Vanessa and the boys seemed to be the only people who understood me. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Vanessa lifted her head again to look at me, the disappointment gone. Now she looked stern and serious, like I’d said something that ticked her off. “Griffin, I need to have children. That’s nonnegotiable.”

I could picture her as a mother, giving them activities and teaching them how to paint. I could also see her being the disciplinarian, making them into strong and independent adults. I could see her loving them the way my mother loved me, wearing her heart on her sleeve with a smile on her lips.

“So don’t ask me to marry you unless that’s something you want…”

She was willing to do anything to make this relationship work, to spend six weeks trying to get her family to like me even though our mutual hatred ran so deep. But that wasn’t our breaking point. This was. “Okay.”