“Who told you you have to? I’m all yours, remember?” I breathe.
He lifts me onto his waist and tugs my head closer to his so he can kiss me. I whimper as he guides his way inside me. My toes curl and I swear I just drooled into his mouth.
Bentley groans and keeps going as if nothing happened. I break the kiss and bury my face in his neck as he begins to rockinto me while guiding me up and down. I claw my fingers against his neck and push them through his thick hair.
“You feel so amazing. Does it feel good for you? Do you want me to stop and eat your pussy?”
“No, please don’t stop. I’m already so wet. You feel good too. I love you. Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, Zah. I want you so much. I’m inside you and I still want you,” he grunts.
I cry out as he places me on my back on the sofa. He doesn’t miss a beat as he pounds down into me. I look down my body to watch our connection. He now has his arms wrapped around my thighs as he keeps thrusting.
His body looks so strong and powerful as he moves in and out of me. There is a bit of soreness from all this sex we’ve been having, but not enough for me to want this to end. I throw my head back and clench my walls around him.
“Fuck. Yes, baby. Just like that.”
I repeat the action, and he hisses between his teeth. Bentley is gorgeous on any given day, but he’s simply breathtaking during the throes of passion. My thighs begin to shake, and that telltale sign of my own climax begins to stir.
“I’m coming. Oh my God, Bent. I’m coming,” I cry out.
He reaches for my clit and begins to rub it. The gesture only intensifies my building orgasm. I reach for his forearms and dig my nails in. He reaches to squeeze one of my breasts and bites his lip as he pumps harder and faster.
“So fucking good. You’re so beautiful when you come for me. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
“Yes, Bent. Yes.”
I come for him over and over again. By the time we are both spent, I need a nap and a good soak in the tub. Once he catches his breath, Bentley carries me to have both.
When he climbs into the bed to spoon me while dropping kisses all over my shoulder, face, and head, I feel the deeper connection growing between us. It’s more than the sex. I can’t describe it just yet, but it’s kind of like our souls are locking together.
“One day I’m going to marry you,” he breathes as my lids grow heavy with sleep.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Zahirah?”
“Hmm?”
“One day you’re going to be my wife. I’m going to marry you.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile on my face as I fall asleep.
I dream of the perfect life as his wife. A cute little house with kids and a dog. I dream of the future I’ve always wanted.
Bentley
As my words dance in my mind and I see the future I want, I can’t get my mind to settle down so I can sleep. Having Zah in my arms, feeling her soft, warm body against mine, it all makes the dream seem more tangible.
As an hour goes by and then another, I give up on sleep and get out of bed to get something to drink. I grab my phone before jogging downstairs to the kitchen.
My mind begins to race even more. I have the option to declare for the draft this year. Depending on how well this season goes, it might be the right thing to do. Leave while my draft stock is high.
However, that would mean Zah and I will only get to have one year together at college. Reality hits hard as I take that option in. It hits harder as I realize we’re only going to get two years tops.
I rub at my chest as a deep ache starts. I think I might be having a panic attack. I need someone to talk to so I can get my head around this.
“Hello. Bentley, is everything okay?”
