She breaks free from me flushed and glowing, her eyes hooded in lust. But something in her eyes has me nervous.
“Do that sober and I’ll be impressed,” she says before trying to slide from my arms.
“Babe?” I question. “I am sober.”
Her eyes dart away from mine
“I can still taste Jack on your tongue, Jayden. It hurts thinking you came here drunk. I haven’t ever been around you sober.”
She didn’t move, so I thought it was okay to touch her face again. Her skin so soft under my touch, my hands still shaking.
“I am sober, babe. I went to sleep drunk and woke up sober from Jack but drunk on you.” I place my thumb on her lips. She flinches as I lean closer.
Keeping my eyes open this time wanting her to see that when I kiss her, I kiss her because I longed for her alone: her mind, her heart, her fucking beautiful soul.
Pouring all my broken into her begging her to believe me.
I kiss her slowly, so slowly that I had to remind myself that it was happening I need to take away all her defenses. With each swirl of my tongue I could feel her temper leave, her doubts melt away I watch her eyes change from doubt to knowing, knowing that no matter what I was drunk on her alone.
“I believe you.” Her words sound over my kiss, taking it to a new level as I slowly pull back, my cock hard against her apex begging to enter her. She’s wet. I can feel her on the tip of my hard cock.
“Good because if you didn’t, I would have to find a new way to weaken your senses and show you I want this.” Winking at her my killer smirk is heavy on my lips. “I’m not playing with you, babe.” She looked at me with her arms over her eyes shielding them from me.
“Don’t… don’t fucking hurt me. If I let you in, just don’t play me like you play them”
Her voice cracks as a tear rolls from the corner of her eye and I catch it with the pad of my thumb.
“I wouldn’t dare break you, babe.”
I pull her deep into me and I find it hard to feel where she begins and where I end.
“Just know that I will not lie to you. That I loved you way before I even fucking knew what it was.”
Her arms fall from her eyes showing me the pain in them, her lashes wet with tears.
Kissing the small salty drops from her stunning eyes her hips roll forward meeting my hard length. Unsaid words and unanswered questions laced with doubt fill the air between us, but I feel like now is the time we need this, so I slip my head into her opening
She wound her fingers through my hair, her body melts against mine like she was liquid, and I was the mold to keep her safe. I vowed to God in that moment, even though I had lost faith long ago, that I will keep her safe.
I will cherish her, and I will give her whatever she desires in life.
My heart thrums in my chest, my knees growing weak.As I try to hover my thick head just inside her opening not wanting to push her too far.
"I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that," raising her head and looking dazed heated with lust. That look in her eyes gave me so much power in that one stare I felt like fucking god. I was breaking her walls down brick by brick and she was bringing me to my knees.
"Like what?” Nerves hitting me like a tidal wave. She makes me feel so many different things in one spilt second, I felt like god with a mess of boyish, teenage nerves. That’s how powerful she was.
"Like…like a woman. Like I am worthy."
Averting her eyes from mine and turning her head slightly, I could see a pretty blush staining her cheeks.
"You should always be kissed that way," I whispered out to her sedately. After a moment of thinking about it, my tone turned to alpha possession. “But, only by me.”
"Oooooo, James Dean, back up a little. Possessive now, are we?" she asked, grinning.
"Absofuckingloutely, baby," I say to her lips, finding the plush skin of her neck. I bit the flesh there before sliding my cock all the way into her tight, yet dripping, pussy.
“Now, hold on, babe. I’m going to claim you as mine and then tell the fucking world that for Christmas this year I got the best gift ever. A beautiful woman has claimed the rap devils soul.”
