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She’s gorgeous. Those dusky nipples pucker under my gaze. One is still bruised. I lean forward and suck it into my mouth, giving it a new hickey. Until her breathing automatically gets heavier above me.
I run my hands down her body, over the curves of her belly and her hips. She was trying to tell me that she’s too fat to draw my attention, but it’s her soft rolls that drive me crazy. It’s the heaviness of her tits that make me harder than steel.
Too many people in her life have made her feel poorly about her body.
I refuse to be one of them.
She should be worshiped like a goddess.
Which is exactly what I plan on doing now.
I take my time with her body. Kissing down her sternum between her breasts, leaving little bite marks in her flesh. I want to possess her. I want to be in her mind all the time, and on her skin, andinher.
Parting her legs wider, I kiss down her stomach until I get to her core. I slide my finger down her center, then back up over her clit. Until she’s wetter. Then I push that finger, plus a second, into her. My digits disappear inside her, her heat enveloping me, and I can only imagine how good it’s going to feel when I sink my cock into her.
I ignore my hard-on. I ignore everything except the way she feels.
And then I taste her.
It’s only comparable to melting dark chocolate on your tongue. I lap at her clit, nip at her lips. She’s unresponsive except for the pulsing in her cunt against my fingers. The drugs do the dirty work for me, keeping her under.
Her orgasm builds and builds, until she crests. She lets out a low groan and tightens on my fingers again, the spasms wild and fast until it finally ebbs. My fingers come away slick with her arousal.
Fucking beautiful.
“You’re already mine,” I say in her ear, laying her down on the couch. I shove my jeans down and free my dick, then lift her knee and press into her. She’s primed and ready, and I push into her with one hard thrust. “You don’t know it yet, but you will.”
I don’t have patience to go slow. It’s not like my dick has got much action in the past two years. I tried to drown my misery out in women in the last semester of college, but it didn’t work.Nothing worked, let alone a warm body that wasn’t hers. After a while, I gave up trying.
My self-inflicted abstinence mystified my friends and teammates. I still drank with them. Still sloppily made out with girls at bars and sometimes let them put their hand on my crotch over my jeans. My flaccid cock that would only react to one woman.
And she’s in front of me.
I groan my pleasure in her ear, hoping to translate it into her unconscious mind. Like she’ll wake up and know it was me.
Although that’s foolish—and completely not the point.
No, the point is to drive her into my arms.
I’ll be sweet, I’ll be helpful. I’ll be the knight in shining armor. Until I have her anyway. Then the need for pretense will drop. But by then, it’ll be too late for her.
Once caught, she’s never escaping me.
I jack my hips, sliding deeper into her cunt. Her muscles clench at me. I keep my forehead pressed to hers. She’s beautifully relaxed. Something I rarely see from her when she isn’t asleep. Or even when she is, lately. The slight pinch of her brow, the weight of worry resting heavy on her mind and body.
Now, the furrow is erased, any concern washed away.
We’ll get back to this. Her and me.
I grip her thigh hard enough to bruise—and I hope it does leave a mark. I hope she discovers it tomorrow morning, or tonight. When she wonders why this is happening to her, and doubt threads through her at the idea of her cousin and her safety.
I palm her breast with my other hand, pinching and tugging her nipple. If she was awake, she’d be moaning. Writhing. I come without warning, slamming to a halt inside her. My cock pulses, and my lips hover over hers.
I’ll kiss her when she’s awake. When she knows me.
When she can explain why she left me.
I stay still and inside her for another minute. Until my heart rate has settled. Then I lean down, trailing my lips across her jaw and down the curve of her neck.
