Absolutely Mine

He swept my shirt off like a man determined to get to my breasts. But it wasn’t my bra he went for. My jeans were next, which required him to move off the bed to get them down my legs. He’d taken my panties with them, so I lay bare when he wedged himself between my thighs. He mapped a path from my inner thigh to my clit, but only blew a stream of warm air over the sensitive nub.

“Damn you,” I cried out.

That elicited a chuckle. “Patience, my Jilly.”

Patience? Now he was the mad one. It had been far too long since I’d had sex to have any type of control. Need was crawling under the surface of my skin with an urgency that had me reaching for his head. He was quicker, grabbing both wrists and holding them just above my head.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he teased.

“Yeah, if you wait any longer, I’m going to hate you,” I protested.

His dark chuckle fanned over my sensitive nub and I arched my back in response. I needed more and he granted me a flick of his tongue.

“If you don’t stay still, I’m going to take a cold shower,” he said, lazy eyes in contrast with the smirk on his face.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” he said, and didn’t move as I ached with want.

“Fuck you,” I spat, trying to play at being unaffected.

“I’m trying to, sweetheart, if you’d let me.”

“You just have to have your way.”

His eyes held mine, all amusement gone. “You made me wait. Now it’s your turn.”

I let my head fall back. He had me there. When I finally relaxed, he went back to turning me inside out with licks, nips, and flicks of his tongue. Not to mention the two or maybe three fingers he had buried inside me readying me for his fat cock.

I bit my lip and tried to stay calm, but it felt too damn good. I let out several mulling sounds of pleasure as he pumped those curled fingers inside me to stroke over that magic button on the inside.

“Please,” I finally said, unable to stop my hips from leaving the bed as I arched my back.

“All you had to do was ask,” he said, with a promise that hinted for a thorough fucking to come.

He used his knee to wedge open my legs. Without preamble, as he’d certainly done all the work to make me wetter than sin to be ready for him, he sank into me. Relief, as all my cylinders were firing in promise for the best damn orgasm of my life to come.

Corded muscles in his neck and arms bulged as he held himself deep inside me for a second longer than I thought possible for either of us. Remembering his words, I gave him my own.

“Fuck me.”

It turned out to be the permission he’d been waiting for. He released my wrists, sat up, caught my legs under the knees, and angled me so he could hit bottom as he powered. This thrust made me moan and beg. More, harder, faster, yes was my mantra until I screamed his name. He came hard soon after.

We lay in a tangle of limps, him half on top of me. It was as if he wanted to make sure I couldn’t get away.

“I think I have petals in my ass,” I said when I could speak.

He laughed. “They are in your hair,” he said.

I caught a handful and tossed them at him. He rolled away, finally freeing me. When I sat up, I knew before he pointed, my sweat cooling back was covered in petals.

“Not funny,” I said on a laugh. “Your crazy ex-wife did this.”

He sobered some. “Not ex-wife. According to the State of Nevada, we were never married.”

That only reminded me of our situation.

“What did you mean by court order?” I asked.

He hissed out a breath. “She’s been more than a little nutty. I got a restraining order.”

“She broke it,” I said, drawing my knees to my chest and curling my arms around them.

“That she did. And if you weren’t here, I might have called the cops. But it was worth it not to.”

His gaze swept over me.

“You wanted to talk to me,” he prompted.

There was something I needed to know first.

“I’m in love with you,” I admitted. “I probably always have been and always will be.”

I finally told him what I’d told my sister weeks ago.

He wasn’t exactly shocked. He just looked thoughtful. His silence prompted me to continue.

“I know I probably don’t have a right to ask because we’ve never even been on a date. But I need to know one way or the other how you feel about me.”

He reached into the side table drawer nearest to him before he moved to sit beside me. He unclasped my hands from around my knees. Then he kissed my knuckles one at a time as he spoke.