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Her voice is so husky with morning and sex and the way that her body moves over mine, I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. And I definitely don’t want to. I want everything that this woman is willing to give me. And I have a suspicion that I’ll want it for as long as she’s willing to give it to me and even long after.
And then the most glorious thing happens. She tosses her head back, her dark curls flying over her shoulder, and her face is awash with the passion coursing through her. Her lips are parted and soft, her eyes hazy as she comes.
She grips me even tighter, her movements jerky as she strokes me one more time and I arch my hips up, thrusting into her fist as my balls draw up and my cum spurts between us.
I use my free hand to pull her to me by the back of her head and crush her mouth to mine in a bruising, claiming kiss of lips and teeth and tongues.
There is no mistaking what’s happening here.
She’s mine.
“Hey,” she says quietly when she pulls back to look in my eyes.
“Hey.”
“So… that was fun,” she says mischievously.
“Fun you say?” I ask with an arched brow making her giggle. “I’d say you’re rather proud of yourself and the mess you made.”
“You started it,” she smirks.
“And I’m going to finish it,” I tell her as I knife up, taking her over my shoulder, and carry her into the bathroom to the sound of her happy squeals.
I walk straight into her shower and turn the taps. The water comes out cold and she screeches. “Ahh! That’s cold, you beast!”
The water starts to warm up and I slide her down my body to pin her against the wall with her legs wrapped around my waist. “I’m your beast.”
I press my lips to hers and lick into her mouth, tasting all that is her and all that I’m sure I’ll never get enough of.
“Yes,” she pants. There’s more than just lust in her eyes, there’s also hope, and I feel like I’ve climbed Everest again. Like the lines of my chute never tangled and I’m un-fucking-stoppable.
“Yes,” I confirm that I’m all hers and I don’t want to be anyone else’s as I press the crown of my cock to her and sink inside. I close my eyes against the feel of her all around me and know that I’m too worked up from before. My plan to tease and pleasure backfired on me and now she has me more turned on than I’ve ever been before. She presses her lips to the corner of my mouth and I know that I won’t be able to hold back. “I can’t be gentle, but I won’t ever hurt you.”
“I don’t want gentle,” she says, her voice still husky. “I just want you.”
“I promise, you won’t ever regret it,” I swear as I draw back and then plunge into her heat.
I drive into her over and over again, my mouth hovering just over hers. Zelda grips me tight in her arms with her legs snug around my back. And then I feel her pussy tighten around me in the telltale flutters of her climax. I drive through it until her thighs are shaking and I couldn’t stop my own orgasm if I tried. I thrust up into her one last time and take her mouth as I come.
I pull out and lower her down to stand on shaky legs, holding her in my arms while our breaths saw in and out of our lungs. And then quietly, I scrub her body and my own. We pass each other shampoo and soap. When she’s done lathering her hair, I help rinse her clean. I turn off the water and grab a towel from the rack, drying us both off.
She’s so beautiful and lost in her thoughts. I hope she’s not busy in her head drawing up her walls again. Because now that I know what she’s hiding behind them, I’ll stop at nothing to knock them down again to get to all that beauty.
I press another kiss to her lips to distract her and when I pull back, she smiles at me and asks, “Do you like scrambled eggs?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good because I make awesome scrambled eggs with cheese and butter,” she babbles adorably. “I’d make you an omelet but they always come out scrambled.”
“Sounds good.”
She pulls on a bra and panties while she chatters happily about breakfast foods, covering up with leggings and a long sleeved t-shirt before picking up the flannel I had on over my own t-shirt. She pulls it on and I’ve never seen her dressed in anything more beautiful.
She takes my breath away.
With a contented smile, she walks out of her room and, I’m assuming, to the kitchen, but I can no longer see her. I quickly pull on my jeans and t-shirt, following the happy sounds she makes as she moves through her space.
I find her in the kitchen pulling a mess of things from her fridge and laying them out on the counter. She already has a skillet on the cooker. When she closes the fridge and sees me, she smiles that smile of a well fucked woman. The one that shows she owns her man, body and soul. I like that she wears it, but more than that, I love that I’m the one who put it on her face. I’ll do anything to keep it there.
