He carries me to his room, his mouth never leaving mine. An undercurrent of fear mixed with his passionate kiss. It’s the same fear that dwells in me.
“I can’t lose you,” he murmurs between heated kisses.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Damn right you’re not.” Reaching beneath my dress, he pulls my panties aside. “Let me inside.”
His voice is nothing more than a deep whisper but my heart clings to the embedded plea.
Using my arms as leverage, I lift myself up enough for him to unbutton his jeans and free himself. Then he pushes me back down, impaling me, filling me whole. Until I can no longer see anything but this and him.
Us.
He sits us down on the bed, me straddling him, neither one of us moving, just connected. In the most intimate, basic way a man and a woman can be connected. Strong hands move to my hips, squeezing hard as he guides me on his lap.
Hot.
Deep.
“I need you. Today, tomorrow, and every fucking day after that.”
His eyes are an intense shade of blue. A blue so dark I wonder if I’ll ever be able to swim from the endless depths, and the crazy thing is, I never want to. I want to drown in this man. Sink into the carnal abyss and never return because I know that no matter how deep we go, he’ll always be right there to bring me back to the surface.
Lifting my hips, I glide up and down slowly, holding his eyes. “Today, tomorrow, and every day after.” I touch my lips to his.
Bathing in his beautiful light.
The flash of possession in his eyes burns my insides. A low growl rumbles from his mouth as I pick up speed, the feel of his hands moving with precision over my body, encouraging my movements.
He pushes the straps of my dress off my shoulders, taking a hard nipple into his hot mouth.
Releasing my breast, he takes off his dress shirt then pulls the white undershirt over his shoulders, tossing it behind him. He lies down on the bed, and I lick my lips in appreciation.
“The view looks pretty good from down here, too,” he murmurs, a wicked smile turning the corners of his delicious lips upward. “Ride me, Selena.” He lifts my dress. “Move those sexy hips, baby, and ride me.”
At first I don’t understand what he means, but then I think about how I ride a horse, it all clicks into place. Harboring a wicked smile of my own, I situate my knees on both sides of his hips, gaining more leverage. Then I move. Only this time with more purpose.
“That’s it. Just like that.” He lifts the front of my dress, watching as I take him inside of my body. I chance a look down too and the sight has me nearly falling apart. “I want to see your pretty cum dripping down my cock.”
His words serve as an accelerant, igniting something inside of me. Throwing away every last one of my inhibitions, I abandon the girl I am and embrace the woman I long to be.
I tighten around him, moaning his name as my release crashes over me in a tidal wave of pleasure. Pleasure born of passion and love.
Justin only gives me a mere moment to catch my breath before he’s holding my hips in place, slamming into me from below. His thumbs work to hold my dress in place, his eyes fixed on our connection. “Got my cock buried in you. Your sweet cum dripping down my balls, baby. You’re mine. You know that, right? All fucking mine.”
“Yours.”
“Damn right you are,” he says, shooting up from the bed to take my mouth. Then he stands up and spins us around, pinning me to the bed with his hips. He drives into me over and over, stealing every last breath and moan from my mouth with his own.
It makes me wonder if there is a limit to how much I can love this man, but I know there is not. My mother once told me there is no limit one can put on love.
Not even in death.
***
I wake up this morning with a clear head. More clear than I’ve ever been, it seems. Perhaps Justin has a lot to do with that. Or it is the awakening of my mind and body.
Leaving Justin to sleep, I get dressed and walk downstairs to make breakfast and put on a pot of coffee. I know Pop will be coming in from the stables soon to eat, and even though Justin and I are somewhat together, I still want to do my part around here. Truth be told, I enjoy taking care of the two men.
