She manages a small laugh. “I know, but this…this is a lot,” she protests weakly. “And it’s different. It’s not like I just had another relationship that didn’t work out. He’s still trying to make trouble for me now. I don’t know what he’d do if he found out that you were the one who…you know.”
“Hey, I might not look it, but I know how to handle myself,” I reply, grinning. “He can try all he wants, he’s not going to scare me.”
She leans her head back on the couch, smiling. It looks like the first genuine one she’s had since I arrived here, as though the weight is finally starting to lift from her shoulders.
“You really mean that?” she murmurs. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“It bothers me that he’s causing you so much trouble,” I reply, cupping her face in my hand. “And it bothers me that this guy thinks he has any right to be anywhere near my twins. But other than that…” I shake my head. “No, it doesn’t bother me that some arsehole can’t let go of you.”
She giggles again, tipping her face into my hand. “You sound so Irish when you say that,” she teases. “Arsehole.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“And I thought you Americans were meant to think this accent was more refined,” I remark. Even though her eyes are still a little teary, I can see her unwinding, some of the tension and fear from earlier in the day beginning to uncoil.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she murmurs, as she moves a little closer toward me.
I brush my thumb along her mouth and it parts slightly, her tongue tracing out against my hand for the barest moment. There’s something almost unbearably beautiful about her right now, even in the midst of all the madness that her ex has tried to pile on top of her.
All I want is for her to be safe, to be happy. I don’t care what I have to do to make it happen, but my heart is set.
I pull her toward me for a kiss, letting my mouth caress against hers softly, but she soon deepens it. I’m just glad that she feels safe enough to trust me with her body. I can’t imagine how long it took her to start to put trust in the fact that I’m not going to hurt her, given that the last man she was with was so willing to make her pay for the very fact of being with him, but I will do everything in my power to convince her that she never has anything to fear from me.
She slips her arms around my shoulders as she sinks down onto my lap, and I run my hands beneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. It’s as intoxicating as it was the first time, if not more so. As I uncover these layers to her, as I find out more than I ever thought I would be allowed to know, it’s like I’m with a whole new woman every time, and there’s nothing I want more than to make the most of that feeling while I still can.
She strips out of her shirt quickly, tossing it to the ground, and I pull her in close so I can feel her softness pressed against my chest. She moans against my mouth, just the barest, sweetest sound, but I can feel it deep down in every part of my body at once, my cock already stirring against her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur to her, pulling back long enough to look into her eyes, sweeping her hair back from her face.
She gazes at me, like she can hardly believe this is happening, before she kisses me again, her fingers making light work of the buttons on my shirt as she strips me down to match her.
Once she’s pulled my shirt open, she rests her hands on my chest, letting her fingertips dig into my skin for a moment before she rakes her nails down my torso. Her touch isn’t rough, but I can see the reddish lines where she trailed her hands against me—and I like it. I like the idea that she’s marking me, making sure everyone knows at a glance that I belong to her. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, nobody else I’d rather do this with, nobody else I want to belong to more than her…
Her hands reach the top of my pants, and she drags her fingertips over my belt playfully, grinning against my mouth. Wrapping her hand around the leather, she tugs it off in a single motion and pulls down my zipper, taking my cock into her hand as soon as it springs free.
“Fuck,” I groan as I look down at her—at her small hand wrapped around my erection, gripping me tight while she strokes me, slowly, up and down. The pleasure is delicious, but the anticipation is almost more than I can take. A bead of pre-cum emerges at the tip, and she leans down for a moment to flick it off with her tongue, the warmth of her mouth sending a pulse of pleasure through my whole body.
Once she clocks my reaction to her lips, she slips off my lap, kneeling between my legs and making eye contact with me as she takes my cock in her hand once more.
“Is it okay if I take you in my mouth?” she asks, almost shyly, some of her hair falling into her face.
“If you think there’s any world where I would say no to that,” I murmur, reaching down to push her hair back so I can look her right in the eyes. “You’re crazy.”
She grins, and closes her eyes as she envelops my head with her lips, her tongue flickering against me for a moment before she starts to work her way down. I sink back into the couch, a low groan rising at the back of my throat. It’s hard to control myself when she makes me feel this fucking good, but I know I can’t allow myself to make too much noise.
She glances up at me again as she circles the base of my cock with her fingers, holding me steady as she takes a little more of me into her mouth. Inch by inch, she bathes my cock in the sweet warmth of her saliva, making me slick as she works her way up and down. She punctuates her movements with a soft moan every now and then, like she can hardly believe this feels as good as it does. And if it’s good for her, it’s downright mind-blowing for me, her lips creating a taut seal around my erection as she brings me to an almost-painful hardness.
I know I’m not going to last long if she keeps going like that, and there’s no way I’m going to let this pass without the chance to be inside her once more. As my balls begin to tighten, I draw myself back from her mouth, coaxing her back onto my lap and out of her jeans and panties.
“I really, really need to be inside you right now,” I tell her, and she gasps as she presses her forehead to mine, straddling me like she’s as impatient as I am right now. One hand on her hip, I guide myself to her slit, pressing the tip of my cock inside of her and watching as she slowly sinks down to engulf every inch of me.
“Oh,” she whimpers, her hands gripping the back of the couch for some kind of leverage as she fills herself with my cock.
I tuck one hand behind her neck so I can guide her gaze to mine, letting the other rest on her hip as I slowly rock her back and forth, back and forth, right there in my lap.
The only sound between us in these moments is our hungry, harried breath, and I can already tell that she’s getting close. I let my hand slip around to her front, pressing my thumb against her clit and letting her rock against me so she can take exactly what she wants from me.
