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His head slants to the side and tilts down, looking at our connection, my legs still bent and my knees digging into the bed.
“Look how beautiful that is, look at our connection baby. That’s what fucking love feels like.” Looking down where his eyes are, I see his huge cock sliding in and out of me, my lips gliding with it, covered in my arousal.
“Look how perfect we fit, feel that pull,” he moans biting his lip and throwing his head back.
“I see it Kingston. I feel it.” I wrap my fingers in his hair and bring his face back down to mine. That’s when I see it. A single tear sliding down his cheek. Kingston Donovan has never cried in front of me. Ever. But tonight he cried twice with me—for me.
“Hey...baby, what’s wrong?” He thrusts into me a little faster turning his head to the side, away from my watchful gaze. The tears that were there fall onto my neck. He’s avoiding me, turning away. I won’t let him do that.
Wrapping my legs around his waist I clench down on him and moan when he hits the deepest part of me. I force myself to stay focused and hold off the second orgasm I feel waiting to ignite. I tighten my grip on his face just a little and pull his face back to me making our eyes fuse together. Brown to green.
“Kingston, what’s wrong? Please tell me, talk to me.” His hips don’t miss a beat and his thrusts stay steady, still lazy, but steady.
He searches my gaze, looking from each of my eyes to the other, licking his lips and rubbing them together he finally tells me, “I’m so in love with you, Lana. I have fought so hard to have you as mine like this, without the possibility of you pushing me away again after we fuck. But this,” he says thrusting hard, emphasizing the act we’re doing. “This is lovemaking, you said you loved me and I’m scared, Lana, I’m a weak fucking man when it comes to you. I can’t not have you forever. I’m scared when the dust settles, you’ll push me away again.”
Be still my beating heart. He’s bleeding, open wounds in front of me, while we’re connected in the most intimate way. I’m a broken woman, beneath a man wounded by my past, two souls searching, one for deliverance, the other for allegiance. I want to forget the past and survive, while he wants me to love him with all that I don’t seem to have. I want to do that for him, he deserves a great love. And make no mistake, I know I want it, too.
“I won’t baby, I won’t. I promise.”
“How can I trust that?” He slows his thrusts, another tear hitting my cheek. I caused him to break like this, my past has nearly destroyed my future. I need to fix us.
“What can I do to prove it?” I beg on a mingled moanful sob.
“Tell me why you love me.” He sniffs, fighting the other tears puddling in his eyes.
“I love you because I trust you. Trusting you is the ultimate thing I can give you.” The other tears don’t stay hidden for long, pushing the tears down his cheeks when he smiles, where they mix with mine.
“You can always trust me my Queen,” he promises, sincerity entwined with those seven powerful words. I just nod and let him finish taking me to paradise.
With renewed purpose, he pushes into me faster, his lips sucking on my nipple, as he runs his hand up the back of my knee, up to my thigh, pulling me deeper into him. Our hips grinding against each other.
“Kiss me,” I beg licking my dry lips, searching for his searing hot tongue. Once his soft lips hit mine, I feel fused together. Our lips touching, kissing with passion, my tiny breasts grazing against his broad chest, our hips rubbing against each other, the friction hitting my clit and the intensity of his deepness, push me over.
“Oh baby! Uhhh!” I moan throwing my head back, letting go of everything.
“Squeezing me so fucking tight,” he moans into my ear, biting my lobe and dragging it between his teeth.
Holy shit.
“Tell me you love me while I come inside you, Lana.”
“I love you, Kingston! Oh!” His thrusts become un-even and shaky. His cock hitting my spot over and over. I come again not even completely finished with my last one.
“Yes! Fuck yes, baby... ohhhh!” he growls. I watch the veins in his neck protrude as his warm come fills me, heating my insides deliciously. I love knowing this visceral man can be satisfied by me, completely growling while he loses himself in me.
I’m too happy. When is the other foot gonna drop? I want to stay optimistic, so I chose to stay that for now. For one night, I want to be worry free.
Basking in the glow of our lovemaking, we cuddle for a little while. My body is splayed out on top of his, my face in the crook of his neck, his lips at my ear. My eyes flutter open and close lazily as he rubs up and down the curve of my spine.
“Perfect. So perfect.” I smile, listening to his deep voice, whispering sweet love confessions in my ear.
“My Queen. My everything. Soft skin under my touch. I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Kingston. I really, really do.” We stay like this for a blissful couple of hours. I stay silent and he professes his love to me. A side of Kingston Donovan that only I get to witness.
“Black and white movies, my old soul lady,” Kingston says from the kitchen island, while he grabs himself a beer and me a water. We couldn’t sleep, so he agreed to watch one of my favorite Marilyn Monroe movies. I’m obsessed with black and white films, but anything classic will do, even in color.
“What? I like love back then, it was innocently beautiful, if you will.” He rounds the couch and sits down by my feet, handing me my water, then pulling my little piggies onto his lap.
