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“Wait,” he demands firmly, making sure he can come around to the other side of the truck and open the door, lifting me into his arms before I even try and get out by myself.
“I’ll carry you today and every day from now on,” he says, leading me up the thick marble steps in his arms to the front door. His passkey clicking the door open only long enough for him to get us both inside before he shuts the heavy oak door closed.
“I… I...” I try to get the words out but fail while clutching at his chest and feeling his arousal grind into me. Wanting to tell him what I knew I felt on day one, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t tell me,” he rasps. “Show me. Be mine”
Letting me know we can share those three little words later. For now, he wants it as much as I do.
Beyond words.
And that’s the kind of lover Dillon is.
After carrying me to our room, he fulfills his first promise by kissing me.
He sets me down, and true to his word I know he won’t stop from today onward.
Our most special day together so far.
His lightly stubbled chin grates mine in a tender kiss and I tell myself…
This is it. The biggest moment of my life.
God, I’m so glad it’s with Dillon. I couldn’t even begin to imagine anyone else.
The whole reason I was a virgin for so long is that I was waiting for him and he was waiting for me.
Thinking he might want to pleasure me with his mouth first I prepare myself for his mouth on me again, but his arousal tells a different story.
This ship’s come home. This man needs to show me a different way from now on.
I swallow hard, not in fear, but from excitement, as I grip his length and slowly guide it towards my quivering hole once we’re finally naked on his bed.
Our bed.
Ours.
Chapter Nineteen
Dillon
I’ve never really kissed her, not until now.
True to my word, it’s only because once I start I’ll never stop.
Like holding her hand in public or finishing anyone who even looks twice at her? Once I’ve claimed her she’s mine forever.
For keeps.
“Fuck me, Dillon,” she begs, her pleading eyes and grasping hands telling me everything she needs once we’ve stripped and I hover over her.
I feel my own needs rise up, but need to remind her.
“It’s not just fucking, Becky. It’s who you are now… to me,” I tell her, finally kissing her in a way that shows how much I love her.
Because that’s what this is.
All the macho. All the protection. All the possessiveness. Fuck… It’s because I fucking love her and now I get to show it even if I can’t say it just yet.
She gives a knowing look after we each take a needed breath.
“I know it’s more than that,” she pants. “And I want more than just that word… But.”
Her hands grip my hardness, bring it straight to her sex as I hover over her.
It’s her time, I can sense it more than ever too. Something about right now, needing to be inside her and filling her with our baby.
No more talk, it’s time for action.
Fuck, she’s tight alright.
Before I even get an inch inside her I can feel the pressure of her virginal pussy as it kisses the tip of my throbbing cock.
Her essence pouring from her and making me growl with satisfaction as she gasps louder. Her eyes widening as I start to fill her with my length.
I’m being gentle, slow. This is more of a turn on than I thought, making me harder by the second but I know I have to keep things under control until I’m fully inside her.
Her hands shift from my shaft to my rear, one gripping my hip as her other buries itself in my ass.
I smile at her, knowing it’ll leave more than just a mark.
More than the mark I know she’ll leave on our sheets once we’re done.
“Oh fuck… Dillon,” she cries out, and we both feel the intense pressure of her virginity give way.
I ease in a little further, halfway but she’s already a woman now.
My woman.
Mine.
I feel my arms tense, her hands moving up them down, gripping me still but relaxing as I finally manage to fill her balls deep.
Both of us moaning so loud I’m sure I hear the windows shake.
“Dillon,” she groans, and I growl her name right back to her, slowly starting to work myself inside her.
The tightness of her sweet hole gripping my cock, flexing and quivering in time with each of her short gasps.
“Mmm. Becky. You’re mine now. And yes, I give you permission to come on my cock anytime you like,” I instruct her.
Those magic hips starting to grind against mine as she lifts herself slightly.
The rhythm of ourselves finally joined only just starting. Canceling out any worry I might have had about coming too soon.
