Loved With Color

He reaches over and grabs my hand with his free one. Our fingers entwine. It’s as if we have been holding hands forever. Electric shocks go all through my body at his slightest touch and I love it.

“There is no need to be nervous, Shaynah. You are safe with me.” I close my eyes and let the words flow over me.

“Promise?” I ask without thinking.

“I promise.”

4

Blake

Walking back into the shop and seeing her holding a baby shocked me at first, but the more I stared at her, the more she looked so right holding her. I never thought about children before, but I want her to be the mother of my children. She wants me to keep her safe and I am going to do just that. The longer we talk, I realize that I’ve started to fall completely in love with her.

As soon as we walk in the house, I pop the spaghetti into the oven. It just needs to heat up and melt the cheese. I pull out the salad and bread and set it on the table.

“You hungry,” I ask?

“Starving,” she breathes and it makes me think she’s not talking about food, but I must feed her food before I feed her my cock.

“What can I get you to drink? I ask as I pull the pan out of the oven and set it on the table.

“Ice water would be fine,” she

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“Everything looks amazing,” she says after sitting down. I join her. She bows her head in prayer, her dark hair cascades down obscuring her face. I say my own prayer to God for giving me this girl.

“Amen,” she says and I follow suit.

“Are you religious?” I ask as she dishes up a serving onto my plate.

“Church every Sunday,” she replies dishing up her own serving. I love that she didn’t take a small helping.

“Same,” I say smiling at her.

“Where?”

“Savannah Church of God,” I say. I am non-denominational, but I am interested to see if she is as well.

“The House of God in Pooler,” she says, citing a popular church. It’s a megachurch, one where the pastor televises his sermons. I prefer a more intimate church but to each their own.

We eat and make small talk. I learn about her passion for tattooing and I tell her about my love for making things with my hands. Getting to know her is fun, and easy. I can easily imagine all my future dinners with her.

After dinner, I start clearing the table, but she stops me.

“You cooked, I’ll clean.” I watch her move around my kitchen for a few minutes. I

I take a risk and move closer to her. She smirks at me but backs up to the lighted wall behind her. My mouth descends on hers. She opens for me, my tongue sweeps in. Her little bitty moan is almost more than I can handle.

My cock is weeping, dying to get to her. I should slow down, I know I should but when I move to pull back, she stops me and it’s game on.

Kneeling, I open the clasp on her jeans and slide them down her short, curvy legs. The ink on her thigh captures my attention. She shivers when I run my fingertips over the roses, tracing them. I realize she is wearing a torture device that snaps closed at the crotch. It’s not torturing her, but me. God, she’s mouthwateringly beautiful.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Shaynah. You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I say, my voice hoarse.

“I have some idea. You’re doing the same damn thing to me,” she says breathily as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Standing, I kiss her again. Her arms encircle my neck and I deepen the kiss. Reaching down, I feel how wet her pussy is through the fabric.

Groaning I grip the fabric and pull it up. Her pussy lips are peeking out now and my fingertips lightly graze them, drawing yet another moan from deep within her.

“You like that, don’t you?” I demand.

“Yeah.” Her breathing has picked up even more and it’s coming in short, shallow pants. She’s getting wetter and wetter and the thought of her with another man comes into my mind unbidden. I try to push it away, but the image keeps coming. There’s no way another man would have been able to resist her.

“I need you now. Right here against this wall and for the rest of my fucking life. Your sweet cunt is mine now, Shaynah. You good with that?” She nods. “Once I slide my cock into you, you will never fuck another man again.” I drop down to my knees again, kissing her thick thighs. I can scent her sweet pussy and I have to taste it.

“Okay,” she whines as I pop open the clasp between her pussy lips. Her little shaved pussy is bared to me. Other than porn or medical texts, this is the first pussy I’ve seen, but I am not here to study her. I aim to claim her. Leaning forward, I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit.