“I’m going to come in your mouth, Selena.”
I nod and his head falls back, a sharp breath leaving his parted lips. His fingers curl tighter. His body tensed for release. A guttural growl escapes as hot semen hits the back of my throat, his cock throbbing and pulsing in my mouth. I swallow, eager for every drop he gives me.
When he’s finished, he leans down and kisses me, plundering my mouth with his seeking tongue.
Lifting me up from the floor, he lays me down on the bed and settles between my open legs, his face hovering inches from my aching core.
Then his mouth covers me, licking and sucking as I squirm on the bed. He pins my legs down, holding me in place as his tongue worships every inch of my wet flesh as if he owns it. As if it’s his to take.
Possessing me like only he can.
My body tenses, the impending release building in intensity with each swipe of his tongue. But then that tongue dips lower, reaching a forbidden part of me as he stretches my walls with two of his fingers.
His name is nothing more than a plea from my lips as I fall apart, succumbing to the enormous pleasure he delivers. My body trembles, the orgasm tingling in my limbs from the tips of my fingers all the way down to my curling toes.
Placing a kiss on my inner thigh, Justin moves up my body, his mouth covering mine as he buries himself to the hilt. His kisses are just as urgent as his strokes.
“Do you have any idea how good it feels to know that you’re all mine. That I’m the only one who has ever had you. All of you. The only one who has ever been inside that sweet mouth and this tight pussy.”
My hands move between us, running my palms over his scruffy face. “And you’re the only one who has ever owned my heart,” I whisper softly.
His darkened eyes hold mine, the intensity of the moment so monumental and intimate that it takes my breath away. Justin’s forehead falls to mine as he increases his pace, conveying with his body what I already know.
That I own his heart, too.
***
I stayed up late reading last night but I still manage to awaken before Justin the next morning, wrapping the afghan at the foot of the bed around my shoulders before leaving the room to walk out on the front porch just in time to catch the sunrise.
It’s breathtaking.
The golds and pinks cast their ethereal light across the southern sky. It almost looks like some of the sunrises in Mexico. Morning was the only reprieve I usually had from the hate that filled my world.
I feel him the moment he steps in behind me, bringing the same amount of heat to my back that is being radiated at my front.
“I don’t like waking up without you next to me.”
Strong arms cinch around my waist. “I wanted to see the sunrise.”
He rests his chin on my shoulder as I lean back into his embrace. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
His lips meet my cheek.
“My mother loved sunrises. She always used to say every sunset gives us one less day to live but every sunrise gives us one more day to hope.”
“She was a wise woman. Just like her beautiful daughter.”
We stand in silence for a while; enjoying the beauty God has granted us.
“Come on, I want to show you something,” Justin says, leading me back into the house.
“What are you up to?”
“You’ll see.” He leads me toward the kitchen. We walk out the back door where the patio has been enclosed with windows and the walls of the house are lined with shelves. There’s a turntable in the center of the room with a stool and an abundance of clay and other pottery making tools, including a decent sized worktable and an electric kiln.
“Oh my God, Justin, what—how?”
“I had Pop take care of it all while we were gone. I want this to be your own special place. A place to create and be yourself.”
