“You’re mine now.” I said it before, but I meant it in a different way. Now, I meant it so literally I wasn’t sure what the definition was. All I knew was, I didn’t want to share her with anyone. And the idea of being with anyone else repulsed me. I was devoted to this woman, worshiping her like a goddess who had the power to rule me. If she asked me to bow to her, I would. If she asked me for anything at all, I would oblige.
“I know.”
My cock hardened again while inside her, feeling the wetness directly against my tip inside her pussy. It was quickest I’d ever recovered from an orgasm, but this woman made my body reach new heights. “Are you sore?”
“A little. But I want to do it again anyway.”
I pulled out and watched my cum drip out of her pussy. The sight was the biggest turn-on in my life. I felt it with my fingers before I shoved it back in, wanting her pussy to be stuffed with it. No man had ever released inside her, and now it was a shrine for my cum. I pointed my hard dick at her opening and stretched her all over again, her pussy having to acclimate to my size once more. “I want to do it all night.”
19
Rome
Maybe this wouldn’t last forever, but I didn’t regret my decision. I’d been waiting a long time to have that special moment, and no guy I met was ever the right one. But with Calloway, it didn’t just feel right.
It felt perfect.
I knew the first time would hurt. I knew it would be painful. But that wasn’t how it felt. His cock felt just as good as I’d hoped it would. My body struggled to accept him, but he somehow made it work.
And it was the most satisfying experience of my life.
Now I lay in bed with him, the sheets soaked with sex and the air heavy from our heat. He spooned me from behind, his powerful chest pressed against my back and his breathing in sync with mine.
I felt my mind drift away as sleep came for me. But I knew I couldn’t let myself slip away while I was in his bed. My room was down the hall, and it wasn’t a far walk. I slipped from his arms then sat at the edge of the bed. His shirt was on the ground, so I leaned down to pick it up.
“What are you doing?” He sat up, his hair messy and his eyes sleepy.
“I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.” My body and mind were in desperate need of a good night’s rest. In the morning, we could pick up where we left off. I didn’t even eat dinner that night, but those orgasms were enough to keep me satisfied.
He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back to bed. “You’re sleeping here.” With his powerful arm, he dragged me across the bed and back to where I was lying before.
“It’s really okay. I’m not upset.” When Calloway explained his situation, I completely understood it. Some scars never healed, no matter how much time had passed. I didn’t take his need for solitude as an insult. I knew it wasn’t about me at all.
“I said you’re sleeping here.” He kissed my shoulder and tightened his arm around my stomach.
“But you said—”
“I know what I said. But I’ll be fine.”
“The door isn’t even closed…”
He kissed the back of my neck and let his breaths fall across my skin. “I trust you. Just as you trust me.” He buried his face in my hair then didn’t move again, drifting off to sleep immediately.
My heart filled with unexpected warmth. I hadn’t expected him to get over his past so easily. It was a problem he’d possessed for years, and fears like that didn’t disappear overnight. But I didn’t leave his side. I stayed next to his warmth and fell asleep immediately—feeling safer than I ever had in my entire life.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in the exact position I’d been in the night before. Calloway’s thick arm was still hooked around my waist like I might try to escape in the middle of the night.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw his open eyes.
They were heavy and lidded with sleep, and his hair was messier than it was last night. The stubble on his face was thicker than the night before, but I liked the way it sprinkled his face. “Morning, Vanilla.” He kissed my cheek then my lips.
I melted at his touch immediately, loving such a warm greeting first thing in the morning. I gently rubbed my ass against him, feeling his hard-on directly between my cheeks. “Vanilla?”
“That’s your name.”
“I thought it was sweetheart.”
He rubbed his cock between my cheeks, his lubrication seeping out of the tip. “Vanilla is better.”