“Abel, I…I don’t know.”
“Baby, it’s going to be okay.” I rise up and push her until she’s lying on her back. I rest beside her, propping my head with one hand while the other toys with her pussy. “Give me your mouth,” I order. I’m unable to stop ordering her around. She seems to like it too.
She tips her head back and parts her lips. I plunge my tongue inside, stroking every surface I can find, mimicking the rhythm of my fingers just like when we were in the truck.
She loosens up and starts to ride my hand. I add another finger and let her own instinctive movements drive me deeper inside her cunt. My body is trembling with the effort to stay still, but being able to touch her like this, getting to know every inch of her, learning how she likes to be touched is all worth it. And the payoff comes when her orgasm comes, washing over her like a wave.
“Oh my God, Abel,” she gasps, surprised, I guess by how the sensations are coursing through her body, lighting up every nerve.
It’s time, I think. “You ready?” My words are gruff.
She nods. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are sparkling. There’s no fear there, only anticipation. A smidgeon of wariness returns when I place my cockhead at her entrance.
“Baby, I’m not going to hurt you. We will take it as slow as you need,” I reassure her.
My cock throbs and jumps, ready to pummel her. It’s a fight to control him. He wants nothing more than to jack into that tight pussy and fuck her until we’re nothing but exhausted husks. But this first time has to be right. My head buzzes with lust and want, filling my ears with the thunder of my heart. Go, go, go thrums my incessant want. “You ready?” I ask between gritted teeth.
She takes a heavy breath and nods. “Yeah.”
The head parts her lips. I push the tip in and wait until her body adjusts. I kiss her forehead and her eyes and her nose and then her mouth until another inch gives way. Slowly, firmly, inexorably, I push forward and then finally I’m completely inside of her.
I hold still. If I was possessive before, I’m going to be a crazy man now. I’m marking her with my mouth and my cock. I’m going to spend so much cum inside of her that she’ll carry my scent.
“Take me home, Abel. Make me yours,” she gasps into my neck.
Her words snap the tether of my self-control. My hips move of their own volition, hammering my cock inside of her.
“You said it, baby. You’re mine now. Now and forever.”
She nods, unable to say any words, but I get it. I’m losing my own mind. Sweat rolls down my back as I thrust inside of her. She comes, triggering my own orgasm. Cum jets out of my cock, filling her pussy until it’s leaking out, coating our thighs.
I collapse to the side and pull her with me, clasping her ass tight to keep me in her cunt as long as possible. I could die a happy man. A meteor could crash into this house and I’d be found with a smile on my face. I found my soulmate and she is mine forever.
15
Pepper
I giggle when Abel’s morning beard tickles my skin as he kisses my neck from behind me. I am standing in the kitchen in one of his shirts and my panties. I was able to snag them off the floor when he finally released me from bed this morning. My intent was to make us coffee, but I got sidetracked by some of the swatches left on the counter last night.
We were supposed to look through them, but like most nights over the last four months, Abel and I often get sidetracked, ending up in bed when we’re home together instead of working. It’s one of the reasons we’ve been spending more time in the actual office lately so we can get this project done in somewhat of a timely fashion. Abel hadn’t been happy about that decision, but he’d finally agreed.
His hand dips into the front of my panties, his fingers going to my clit. I drop my head back onto his broad chest. He smells like lavender body soap. He says he uses it because he likes smelling me on him all day. It’s one of the many sweet things Abel says to me on a daily basis. If I’ve learned anything about this man in the past few months that I’ve known him, it’s that he is a romantic at heart. His words or actions may be a little rough around the edges sometimes, but I always get the sentiment.
“You were supposed to join me in the shower.” He kisses my neck.