The velvet walls of her pussy tighten, and I know she’s right there, teetering on the edge. I slam into her and pinch her clit.
It sends her spiraling, her walls clamping down on me as my name falls from her lips in broken pieces and dripped in pleasure. Bliss washes over her face and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The way her body is begging for my cum sends me right over the edge.
My cock is filling her completely when I let go. Knowing I’m painting her womb with my cum has goosebumps covering my skin. Nothing is one hundred percent effective. I’m more than willing to take my chance, on the off chance. With her? All fucking day, every fucking day. No question, no reservations.
We’re panting and sweaty when our gazes lock and her pussy squeezes me one last time while the last of my cum fills her.
“I didn’t come over here to get you into bed,” I pant the words, my heart still racing in my chest while I feel satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“Oh?” There’s the hint of a challenge in her voice even while it trembles, but she’s smiling.
This woman. My woman.
I close the distance between us and kiss her softly. I try to pour everything I feel for her into it and hope she can feel it.
The little sigh, simple and filled with contentment, that comes from her makes me think that I do. And it’s more than enough for now. I’ll keep showing her that she’s mine and that I’m hers.
She’ll fall in love with me and I’ll never let her go.
CHAPTER 8
SYNDAL
I haven’t been able to stop smiling all day. As much as I welcome the feeling, it’s also kind of strange. There have been moments when I catch myself smiling with warm cheeks and happiness in my heart and it feels too big, like it’s too good.
And it’s all because of Joss.
When I opened my door last night, not expecting to find Joss on the other side, I was so glad to see him. We weren’t planning on seeing each other last night, I was only supposed to get work done, but the entire time I was pouring chocolates and planning out my next few days of preparation, all I could think about was him.
Hell, he’s all I’ve thought about since the moment I met him, and it has only gotten worse since our first date almost a week ago. I was always that person who thought celebrating small anniversaries was silly, but I kind of get it now. I want to celebrate tomorrow for being a week since our first date, even if Joss says it wasn’t our first official one.
I kind of want to celebrate everything. Why shouldn’t the little things be celebrated anyway? Who says that it only matters once it’s been a year and then only every year after that? I think we’re really missing out here.
“You look happy,” Cindy’s voice sounds an octave higher than it normally does.
When I look up at her, I see a flash of annoyance cross her features before she hides it. The smile she plasters on her face is fake as hell.I know because I do the same thing when I’m at events. It’s plastic and looks like it could slip from her lips at any moment.
Even though I don’t trust her expression, not really, her words are what give me pause. She thinks I look happy. When I think about it, really think about it, the truth of it all dawns on me.
I am happy.
It’s not a completely foreign concept or anything, but it’s just this happiness is tinted with something sweeter. This is something that isn’t just about me, which is both amazing and scary. It feels precious and fragile. Could I lose it at any moment?
“I am happy, Cindy,” I admit and smile at her.
“Oh?” Her eyebrows shoot up and she leans closer to me, her eyes keen as they study me. “You have a glow about you,” she murmurs before her eyes go wide. “You met someone.”
I huff out a small laugh and my face warms. The grown woman in front of me flaps her hands like she’s about to take flight. It’s ridiculous, but also kind of nice in a strange way.
“Who did you meet? Do you have a picture? You have to show me,” her voice is filled with excitement.
And I get caught up in it for a moment. I don’t really know why. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a girlfriend. I had one in high school, but right before she left for college, I found out that she was only my friend to make herself feel better about her body. She wanted a sidekick who was bigger than her and I fit the bill.
Cruelty comes in many forms.
I’ve found it difficult to trust women since then. I’m sure that’s not hard to understand.
Even if it wasn’t real, that doesn’t mean I don’t miss it. There’s something about going to someone who you believe cares about youin a way that isn’t selfish. That kind of friendship fills you with worth and love in a way that’s important.
