Crossing the Line (Anchored 6)

“I’m beautiful?”

“Don’t you know that?” She cups my face and looks at me for a long minute. “No one’s ever told you you’re beautiful?”

“They never have.”

“Stupid girls,” she shakes her head.

“Odessa,” I start, but she grabs me and kisses me again.

“We’ll talk later,” she promises, and she holds onto my suit jacket tightly as she explores my mouth with her tongue. There are so many thoughts in my head, but they flee as she kisses me again and again.

Right now, I’m not worried about anything except worshipping her with my body. She’s been through hell and back again. I know that much about Odessa. What I don’t know is why she’s taking a chance on me. I certainly don’t deserve it, but I’m not going to screw it up this time.

My hands move up her sides and to her front, where they settle over her heavy breasts. She’s tiny and curvy, and I love that about Odessa. It hurts that she thought I didn’t want to be with her because of race. I hate knowing that’s even an issue. I hate knowing it even crossed her mind, but I’m going to do everything in my power to show her just how much I really care about her.

I’m going to prove to her that she’s not making a mistake by giving me a second chance.

We aren’t going to have an easy road. We both have baggage and pasts and different ideas about the world, but isn’t that the beautiful thing about love? Isn’t that the wonderful thing about giving yourself to someone else? It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree on everything as long as you’re willing to fight for each other.

And oh, I’m going to fight for this girl.

She reaches for me, too, sliding her hands down my chest to the top of my pants. She doesn’t even hesitate. Odessa palms my cock over the pants and she squeezes, running her hand up and down my length.

I groan, unable to fight it. I can’t fight this anymore.

“I need you,” I whisper.

“Then take me,” she says, looking up at me. “Please,” she adds.

“Polite,” I comment. “I like it.”

“Oh, I know,” she says. “I’m not one of those bratty subs,” Odessa winks.

“You sure about that, baby? ‘Cause I hear bratty subs are the ones who get all the spankings.”

“I do love a good spanking,” she groans.

It brings back memories of the night we spent together and of all the things we did to each other. That night was magical..I tied her up and spanked her over and over again before making love to her late into the n

ight. At one point, I swear she forgot her own name. I know I forgot mine. I’d never felt that connection with a submissive before. I don’t think I’ll ever feel it with anyone else ever again because it wasn’t about the Domination. It was just about her.

I kiss her once more before I turn her around. Now she’s facing the water. She’s holding onto the rail and I’m behind her, running my hands over her shoulders and her bare back.

“What would you say if I wanted to fuck you right here, Odessa?”

She sucks in a breath, but then she nods.

“Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes.”

I lean forward, whispering in her ear.

“Would you like knowing that anyone could possibly look up here and see us?”

We’re enveloped by darkness and the odds of another boat coming by and seeing us are slim, but it’s always a possibility, and it’s that slim chance that makes this even more exciting and enticing. The idea that someone could come by and look up as she’s in the throes of ecstasy makes me even harder, and I know that when I reach between her legs, Odessa is going to be wet.

“Yes,” she whispers.