Her eyes darken, but she leans forward on all fours and crawls without hesitation. Her breasts sway heavily with each movement she makes, making my cock twitch in anticipation. She stops in front of me and wraps her hand around me. I let my head fall back while she slowly rubs me from base to tip. Her soft tongue darts out and swirls around the head, leaving a trail of fresh precum in its wake, which she swallows down with a soft hum.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to know what her mouth feels like. Fisting the back of her hair, I slowly guide her mouthonto my waiting cock. She opens her lips obediently, and I sink my cock into her wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She flattens her tongue and bobs her head up and down. The heat, wetness, and friction make the coil in my spine pull tighter as I rut my hips into her mouth, the tightness of her throat strangling the tip of my cock.
“You look so good choking on my cock,” I grunt as I thrust into her.
Her hand comes up and cups one of my balls, and the sensation sends electricity shooting down my spine.
I’m not going to last much longer.
I pull out of her and flip her over. She lets out a small squeak, her stomach flat against the bed and her perfect ass in the air. I don’t give her a second to catch her breath before I push into her dripping wet entrance. She lets out a shriek at the intrusion as she stretches to accommodate me. She feels so fucking good. I dig my hands into her soft hips and slowly pull back out before slamming back into her relentlessly.
Fuck, she’s so tight. I wish I could stay buried inside her forever.
She cries out, her hands flying out and fisting the sheets. Her pussy quivers around me, and I know she’s close. I don’t stop my relentless pounding as I reach underneath her and rub quick circles over her swollen clit.
“Come for me, little rebel.”
Her pussy clamps down around me as she screams through her orgasm. I bury myself to the hilt as her wetness sprays against my pelvis with force. She bucks and screamsthrough her orgasm. Two more thrusts into her, and I join her. Every nerve ending in my body lights up, waves and waves of pleasure rocking through me. My cock twitches as I spill my hot cum inside her.
Our breaths come hard and fast as we fall from our highs. She trembles beneath me and I rub soothing trails against her spine. Eventually, I pull myself out of her, come dripping down her thighs, and I resist the urge to take a photo of this perfect moment.
After I clean her up, she drops her head on my chest as sleep begins to take her.
“Thank you, Elias.”
“For what, Kat?”
“For being different.” The words are quiet; I nearly convince myself they weren’t real.
As I watch her peaceful form drift off to sleep, I realize—there is no way I’m ever going to choose to live without this woman.
Thirty-Three
Kat
How Soon Is Now? – The Smiths
The glow of morning light seeps through the curtains. I slowly open my eyes, squinting until they adjust. Pristine white sheets tangle around my bare legs, silk gliding over my skin when I shift—cool and soft, nothing like the cheap thrifted cotton sheets I’m used to.
I dare a glance at the clock on his nightstand and immediately regret it. Seven in the fucking morning. I let out a groan as I roll over, drifting instinctively to Elias’s side of the bed. It’s empty, but it’s still warm. The mattress sinks slightly beneath me, and the lingering heat from his body washes over me. I press my cheek into his pillow without thinking, breathing in the mint and tobacco scent that still clings there.
I lie here for a moment, letting the residual warmth from him envelop me as the memories from last night wash over me. My pussy aches in the best way, and I swear I can still feel his hands gripping my hips and his cock inside me. The memory makes a dark heat coil low in my stomach, and the ache between my legs turns hot and needy.
I clench my thighs and roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My chest tightens as the realization hits me.
I feel safe.
My stomach flips at the thought. I inhale deeply, as if it’s the first full breath I’ve taken in over a year. The feeling settles over me like a warm blanket. He appeared to be in control last night, but was it all an act? I can’t shake the feeling that I was in control the whole time. The way he kept looking into my eyes for confirmation. He actually fucking cares about me. Not to mention, since I’ve been staying here, I haven’t woken up in the middle of the night to check the deadbolts on the doors—in fact, it hasn’t even crossed my mind.
My stomach slowly starts to sink at the realization, and panic claws its icy tendrils around my chest. I can’t afford to be safe. I’ve been reckless, I’ve been comfortable. Two things I can’t afford to be. Two things that could put Elias in danger as much as me.
A memory coated in black threatens to cut through, but I push it down in a way I’ve mastered over the last year.
The smell of bacon and pancakes drifts into the room, and my stomach lets out a traitorous rumble. It pulls me out of the spiral just enough for my heartbeat to quieten.
