“You know I will. I always do.” I spin her in my arms and march her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Once in her room, I waste no time stripping Kristen out of her clothes. I’ve been with a lot of women, but none have excited me the way Kristen Kendrick does. None have had her passion, or sexiness, or quiet confidence. None have challenged me the way she does, to be more, to be better. She doesn't even realize it. I didn’t realize it either, until I started doing and changing things about myself. She makes me want more than just club life. She makes me want to see the world. I lost that spark so long ago. But Kristen rekindled it. She rekindled me.
“That feels good,” Kristen purrs as I run the tip of my tongue down the curve of her neck. I know where and how she likes to be touched. I’ve spent the last three months exploring her body, learning her sounds, and memorizing the maps to her orgasms. It’s been one of my favorite journeys.
“I’ll always make you feel good.” I urge her down onto the mattress, removing her very last piece of clothing. The black lacey underwear she’s notorious for.
Peering down at her, I slide off my boots but leave the rest of my clothes on. There is something about a woman naked just for you that is so tantalizing. It’s a moment of ownership, of dominance. And there’s nothing more that I want than to own Kristen. I want to own every piece of her, every part. Her heart, her body, her soul. I want her to be my wife. That admittance makes my heart pound, because I have never wanted to be committed to one woman before, but for Kristen, I’ve thrown all my old ways out the window. For Kristen, I would settle down. I would follow her to the ends of the earth. I’m in so deep. So over my head, and I don’t even care. When I’m with her, nothing else matters. Not the club, nor my shop, nor any of the responsibilities I thought were so important. They mean nothing when we’re together. Kristen means everything.
“Spread your legs,” I instruct. Kristen does so in the most seductive way. Lord, I’m a fool for this woman. Settling down onto the mattress, I drop by head right between her thighs, tickling the soft flesh of her pussy with tip of my tongue. She likes light touches and soft strokes, so that’s exactly how I pleasure her. Slowly, leisurely, taking all the time in the world. She’s as sweet and as sugary as the frosting on Kira’s birthday cake, and I want to lick up every ounce.
“God, fuck,” Kristen croons, squirming on the bed. Her body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. “Gerard,” she expels my name, and it’s like a sound straight from the heavens. My erection pounds behind my zipper, but I want this to last. I want to bring her right to the edge and dangle her there for as long as possible.
“Where is the only place you come, darlin’?” I circle my tongue then suck her clit.
“Your cock.” She bows on the bed, digging her fingers into her long brown hair. I know she’s throbbing, and needy, and on the verge of desperate. But I’m a selfish man when it comes to her, and I want to feel her climax every time. It belongs to me.Shebelongs to me.
I continue my slow assault until Kristen is so wet she’s begging me to fuck her. And I’m going to, just not quite yet.
“Up.” I pull her into a sitting position, panting and yearning for more. Placing her hands on the button of my jeans I instruct her, “Take them off.”
Kristen does as requested, popping the button open and unzipping my fly. Together we push my pants and underwear down my thighs until my erection is free. “Swallow it.” I jut my hips toward her face. Starry-eyed, she grips my shaft sternly and opens her mouth. Sliding her lips over the head of my cock, I drop my head and give into temptation. “That’s it,” I groan. “Deeper.” I thrust forward, and she sucks harder. Kristen has the mouth of a goddamn goddess. She deepthroats me over and over until I’m teetering on the same jagged edge as her. Two wanton people frantic for each other.
“Do you want me inside you?” I grip her hair and pause her movements.
She pops my erection from her mouth. “You know I do. I always want you.”
“I want you too. You’re the only one I want,” I declare. It’s becoming harder and harder to hide my feelings. They just keep pouring out like a severed vein. I bleed with emotion when I’m with her, and there is no hiding the blood trail when I’m not.
I shed my pants and pull off my T-shirt, exposing my tattooed form. Kristen runs her fingertips over the ink, always so fascinated with the pictured stories of my past. Her light touch makes my skin prickle. I grab her hand before my head explodes. “Darlin’.”
Kristen smiles up at me. It’s about as cunning as it is cute. She knows she affects me as much as I affect her. I crawl onto the bed and lay on my back, urging Kristen to climb on top of me. I want her to ride me. I want to see every part of her and watch her face as she comes.
“Come all over me, darlin’.”
“Fuck, yes.” She slides her wet pussy onto my cock, and there is an instant fusion. A chain reaction that ripples between the two of us. Kristen starts out slow, drawing her hips up and down, milking the ecstasy, but the pull is too strong, she’s too far gone and ravenous to come.
“Damn.” Her limbs tighten as she begins to move faster and faster. “I need you so much,” her voice explodes in a breathy whisper.
“I’m here. Right here.” I grab her thighs, her hips, her ass as she works herself over, driving us both to the brink. I don’t know if she realizes how much meaning those word have. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Being with Kristen, like this, like earlier, the decision seems easy. I choose her. I want to be with her. I am slowly coming to realize I’ve met the love of my life, and it only took me forty-seven years to find her. I don’t have time to waste. I know what and who I want, and I’m confident enough to go after it, even if it creates a blowback.
“Oh shit, Gerard.” Kristen detonates, and it’s a dazzling display of fire and passion. Huffing and puffing and whining and crying. An orgasmic peak that has my head floating in the clouds and my cock swimming in the sea. Her arousal is so potent I can smell it in the air like salt water.
I let go then, giving in to the magnificent being thriving on top of me. I grab her breasts and squeeze as the sensations take over, as I jerk my hips and shudder in incomparable bliss as I come inside the woman I know I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Kristen collapses on top of me when she can no longer hold herself up. We’re physically drained, but I am higher than a kite, adrenalin coursing through my body like jet fuel.
“Kristen, marry me.” I hold her tightly to my body and let the words roll out.
“What?” She pops her head up to look at me. Her cheeks are red, her hair is a mess, yet she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now.
“I know it's fast, and impulsive, and you probably think I’m crazy, but I love you. I love you like I never loved another woman before. I want you to be all mine, and I want to be all yours.”
She stares at me quietly for a long time. So long and so quiet I can feel the static in the air prickle under my skin. I won’t take no for an answer. I will fight for her. I will fight until she understands how much I need her. How much I love her, and how committed I am to her.
“I never considered getting married again. After Dex, I never wanted to be imprisoned like that again.”
My mouth drops open. “I don't want to make you feel like a prisoner.”
Kristen smiles. “You don’t.”
