Before she can even come down, I’m on her, stripping off my jeans, my boxers. My cock springs free, stiff and leaking. I pull a condom from my wallet, and in one quick motion, I glide it over the tip until I’m completely covered. I hover above her, bracing my weight on my arms and look deep into her dazed eyes.
“Look at me, Hope.” She manages to focus on me. “You’re mine.”
I don’t wait for a response as I thrust into her. She is still pulsing from her climax, impossibly tight, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Look at me,” I command again, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Her eyes snap open, and I see the surprise, the overwhelming sensation, the raw need. I pull out almost all the way, watching her face, then sink back into her heat. I set a punishingly slow rhythm, each thrust a deliberate, measured possession. In and out, over and over again. Each one deeper than the last. Her nails dig into my biceps, and her head thrashes on the pillow.
“You feel that?” I grind my hips against hers, making sure she feels every inch. “This is forever.”
“Yes,” she sobs as her body begins to move with mine, meeting my slow thrusts. “Frost… please.”
“Please what, darlin’?” I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking a taut nipple through the lace of her bra. “You want me to go faster?”
“Harder,” she begs, her voice a broken whisper. “Please, harder.”
I smile against her skin, a predator’s smile. I give her exactly what she asks for, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes that bang the headboard against the wall. I can feel my own release building, a tidal wave at the base of my spine.
“Come for me, Hope,” I growl into her ear, my pace becoming frantic, desperate. “Come all over my cock. Show me you’re mine.”
That’s all it takes as her second orgasm crashes over her, a silent scream on her lips as her entire body tightens around me, milking me, pulling my own climax from me. I shout her name as I spill into the condom. My thrusts slow to deep, satisfying pulses as I empty myself inside her.
I collapse onto her, careful to keep my weight on my elbows, our hearts hammering against each other in perfect rhythm. I press my forehead against hers, our breath mingling. I can feel the sweat cooling on my skin.
After a few minutes, I head to her en suite to dispose of the condom. I find a washcloth under the sink and warm it up before heading back to her bed. She has the sheet pulled up to her chin by the time I get back, so I tug on it and slowly pull it down her naked form. I admire the view for a few moments before I push her legs apart.
Her eyes widen in shock. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning you up.”
Hope’s legs snap together. “I can do it.”
I shake my head. “What did I tell you, Hope?”
“That if we did this, I’m yours,” she recites.
“That’s right,” I confirm. “Which means I take care of you. Now open those legs so I can clean my pretty pussy.”
Her cheeks redden, but she lets her legs fall open. Carefully, I wipe away the aftermath of our lovemaking.
I toss the rag aside and slip out of the room to grab our dinner so we can eat in bed. I slide back into bed, hand her the plate, and wrap one arm around her. I use my free arm to pull the sheet over us. We finish our meal in silence, stealing glances at each other.
I’ve never felt a connection this strong before in my life.
“This was the best meal I’ve had in a long time,” I compliment.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Hope giggles. “If you keep rewarding me like this, I’ll have to keep upping my culinary skills.”
I climb out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”
Tossing the dirty dishes into the sink, I fill it with soap and water so they can soak, then head back to Hope’s bed. Once I’m settled, she curls into my side, laying her head on my chest, her fingers tracing the club’s insignia inked on my pectoral. She’s a part of that life now, and it’s a life she chose willingly. We lie here in the silence, both of us deep in thought.
“How’s this going to work?” Hope asks.
“What do you mean?”
“We live in different states,” she says around a yawn.
