I use my shoulders to break through the firm hold she has on my head before slipping two fingers inside her. Her pussy rallies against the intrusion, equally torn on whether to accept my advance or reject me. They clamp around my thrusting digits as well as her pussy milked my cock last night. The glistening of her arousal on my fingers increases with every pump they make, undermining her efforts.
When my thumb presses her clit, all protests vanish. Her thighs sweep as her lips part, the moan rumbling in her chest the most seductive of them all. I continue my campaign to remove the groove deep between her eyes for the next several minutes.
Once I’m satisfied it’s gone, I say, “The cans in my pantry are empty.”
Regan’s eyes snap to mine in an instant. As her lips harden into a straight line, the color on her cheeks changes from blooming in ecstasy to fuming with anger. It takes me a few seconds to comprehend her fury, but when I do, it thickens my cock even more than her snug pussy hugging my fingers. Her sights aren’t just locked on any future women in my life but my past companions as well.
After a quick shuffle to ensure she can see the effect her ownership has on me, I advise, “They aren’t empty because I used them on anyone. They’re good at hiding things. Stuff you don’t want anyone to see or have stolen.”
“Like?” The huskiness in her voice makes my chest balloon. She’s angry, but more than anything, she’s trusting. She has no reason to believe me, yet she does.
“Driver’s license. Keys. Pretty much anything.” The glide of my fingers eases with each syllable I utter. “Thieves aren’t known for their smarts. They only look in suspect places. If you want to keep your valuables, hide them in plain sight because safes are the first thing criminals hit.”
“Hmm.” I feel her hum vibrate the tips of my fingers. “That’s smart. My boss has said that before too.”
The jealousy on her face earlier morphs onto mine.What could Isaac have to hide? He’s the reason honest men like me need to stay on our toes.
Not liking how slowly I’m grinding my fingers, Regan lifts her back off the bed. After slinging her arms around my neck, she bridges the small distance between us. My teeth grit when her change in position makes my fingers slip from her snug canal. I’m not mad she’s stopped me; it is the warmth of her pussy responsible for my grinding teeth. It’s hovering a mere inch from my cock, and her magnificent tits are splayed across my pecs. I’m in pure fucking heaven, which means I’m also fighting with all my might not to come like a fool who can’t control himself.
The chances of shaming myself double when Regan slowly lowers herself down my cock. She takes it slow, relishing every inch as she goes. By the time she has my cock swallowed inside of her, the energy bristling between us is rampant, hot and sticky, as damp as her slit.
“I’ve never had sex before breakfast. Did I die and go to heaven?”
I flex my cock, voicing my appreciation of her praise without words. Her pussy is so snug, she feels every vein pulsating through me. She gasps at my cock’s frantic throbs as her head falls forward. Precum squirts from my crest when her tongue glides up my nape to gather a bead of sweat there. Although she was the one lathered with whipped sugar, our entanglement in the hour that followed transferred some of the residue to me.
“Mmm. I’ll never eat frosting again without thinking about you.”
Her comment annoys me more than it pleases me. She’s talking as if last night will soon be a memory. I don’t mind that she’ll never consume a sugary treat without me entering her thoughts; I just hope she’s not seeing us as a temporary thing. I have too much at stake for this to be a few casual weeks twisted between the sheets. And I’m not solely referring to my job.
I tug on her hair, bringing her eyes back to mine. The walls of her pussy clench around me as she cries my name. I jerk my hips up, meeting her pumps grind for grind. She starts chanting “yes” on repeat as her pussy grows slicker, but not once do her eyes leave mine.This. . .this is where the magic is. The pull. The connection. The unbelievably crazy sensation that has me wanting to claim the world as surely as I’m claiming her.
I fight her for control, begging to steal the reins from her grasps, but when she hands them to me, I only take half. I want us to be even. One complete unit.
Her head falls forward when I release my firm grip on her hair, giving her back some of the power she awarded me. She rewards my gallantry by adding a squeeze to every descent she makes. Her pussy worships my cock as her eyes reveal she appreciates my ability to share. I’m not talking about other people. She does a good job of pretending she’s not as deeply invested in our relationship as me, but I know she’s as opposed to sharing as I am when it comes to anyone outside of this room. That’s why her hackles were raised over the frosting. She wants our dining experience to be solely ours. No interference. No outsider influence. Just us.
The closer she gets to orgasm, the closer her eyelids become. Just before she rides the wave of euphoria, they fully close. I watch the expression on her face change from possessive to claimed as her lips part and the flush descends from her neck to above her thrusting chest before I succumb to the sensation gripping my sack.
My breathing levels as a tingling sensation races up my shaft. Feeling the heat of my cum shooting inside of her, Regan buries her head between my pecs. Her hot breaths fanning my chest keep spawn pumping out of my cock for the next several long seconds. I give her every drop, loving that my scent isn’t just imbedded on her skin. I’m also inside of her.
Usually, the thought of having unprotected sex would give me hives. I’ve never once forgone protection, but just like every aspect of my life, nothing is as it was before Regan entered the picture. I trust her. But even if I didn’t, I’m not scared about being tied to her for life. If anyone should be panicked by that notion, it should be Regan, not me.
I’ll do anything to keep her in my life. Nothing is above me. Not a lifetime commitment. Not the chance of losing my coveted position.
Not even the murmur of three little words way too early to say in our relationship.
“I love you.”
14
Ifucked up.
Regan didn’t freak at my declaration of love as I had anticipated. She didn’t have anything to say. Not a single fucking thing. At first, I wondered if she heard me. I was so close to saying it again when her eyes met mine. One glance, and I knew she heard what I said. She was stunned, a little taken back, and, I think, remorseful.
The last one pissed me off. I didn’t expect her to say it back, but remorse? That was the last thing I expected to see when I imagined her response. I’ve never said those words to another woman before. I’ve never been in love, so there was no reason for a heartfelt declaration. Still, I anticipated more than I got from Regan.
She wasn’t cruel. We’ve spent the last half hour in the shower removing the icing my tongue failed to lap up last night, but the out-of-control energy that generally bristles between us isn’t as palpable. Don’t get me wrong, our mutual attraction is as strong as ever, my fuck up just weakened it a little.
You can be assured it won’t happen again.
