“What about you?”
“I’ll catch the next show.” He simply smiled. I clasped my hand on his shoulder, giving him a curt nod and seeing myself outside the warehouse door. Thank God I took my bike and he took one of the trucks.
As I straddled my beast, I unlocked my phone finding the camera app and clicked it open. Yeah, I didn’t get rid of the cameras nor did she ask me to get rid of them. I was concerned over the silence from her, until I saw her resting fast asleep in her bed.
Then suddenly I get a brilliant idea and a few minutes down the road, I was a block away from her home and I knew what I wanted to do. At least, an idea we both talked about, not like she wasn’t already wanting it.
I quietly drove up to her driveway, thanking the fact that the deadbeat ex wasn’t home or I’d be tempted to take care of that business. I unlocked the front door, carefully opening it, making no sound but my soft breathing. I locked and dead bolted the door. I wanted my time to be uninterrupted by anyone.
I heard the soft snoring sounds from her, curled up in a blanket. I peeked at the shirt she was wearing, smiling, thinking she wanted a piece of me as she drifted into a deep sleep. Her little aurora mood light cascading an array of color, illuminating Amelia’s tired face.
I looked around the room; although she had cleaned it, it still appeared like a whirlwind blew through it. Her scrubs were all over the place, and I was tempted to do a load of laundry for her so she’d had fresh scrubs. But something at the corner of my eye caught my attention. A small green notebook, facing down on her dresser.
When I picked it up, my eyes widened and my heart raced with anger. My body tensed seeing a log of money she was accounting for. I knew she was paying off the debt from her ex, but the number on the last line, which was up to date, appeared to be larger than what she hinted at.
All that time she told me she was almost done, and I wanted to respect her doing it her way, even if it killed me inside.
The fucker had been gambling even more and losing more and more money, putting her in even more of a hole that she couldn’t even climb out of. She was hiding this from me, even after the camera incident and saying that we wouldn’t lie or hide from each other.
Was she waiting for the right time?
Was she fearful that I would overreact?
Was she holding back anything else?
Did she not trust me?
Tit for tat, peaches.
I gently put back her little notebook, stripped off my cut and shirt. I put my holster to the side, the only danger at that moment was me teaching her never to hide from me again. Not when we had the threat of a mafia family and how easily they could slip into our neighborhoods.
Her phone lit up, shining with missed messages from me and some of her nurses at the hospital. I noticed a little calendar app showing her a few things on her to-do list. One in particular, I marked as completed, one of the last few steps of making hermine. The animal in me salivated thinking about making her wholly mine, one and for all.
Gently sliding her blanket from her grasp, I then opened the bedside table drawer where her fun little surprises awaited to come out and play. Even in my T-shirt, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever want. I rummaged through her little night stand drawer, finding the handcuffs that she played off that she never had and quietly and softly bound her wrists to each other.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
I waited to see if she would stir from the movements; when she didn’t, I trailed my lips over her ear. “Bad girl, not telling me.”
Amelia never moved. Just looking at her, there were endless possibilities. I climbed onto the bed, nudging her legs apart. “Oh, definitely bad girl for being so bare.” I traced my fingers along her inner thighs, even in sleep she was waiting for me. A small spot of wetness appeared on her upper thigh. Whatever she was dreaming, I hoped it was of me.
My fingers teased her pussy lips, brushing against her clit. I debated whether I wanted to play and edge her, but my own hunger got in the way.
With her legs spread for me to feast, I leaned over and hovered over her clit, and gave a soft kiss because that was the only thing that was going to be gentle. And if my cock had anything to say, I’d be buried deep in her already. I knew my beard was going to tickle her thighs, but that just added to the excitement.
I gave her pussy a long lick, getting the first taste of her on my tongue, and then I dived in like my own buffet. She felt me, I knew she did when she pushed her pussy further into my face. I circled around her thighs, holding her tight in place while still deep in her own dreams.
I flicked my tongue for her sensitive clit and was rewarded with a soft moan. She was about to wake up to a sight unimagined. I dived back in, eating her pussy until those moansbecame louder as one of my hands rubbed her clit at the same time. She bucked against the touch. My eyes flicked to her face, watching her start to wake up. Her hands tried to reach me, almost on instinct.
If she wasn’t dreaming of me before, she was then.
I pulled away, knowing she was very, very close. I continued to rub her clit in small circles, and then a single cry of my name made me smile. She wasn’t fully awake, but once I buried myself in her, things would be changing.
“That’s right, peaches, you know who you belong to, who can give you this.” I unzipped my jeans, pulling out my cock, enough to pull my pants down to line myself up to her pussy, wet and ready for me.
I climbed up her body, hovering over her, spreading her more with my knees, until I was able to sink in her. I watched my cock disappear slowly in her, her pussy gripping me. I hissed out a, “Fuck.” She was tight. She was fucking perfect.
I pulled out slowly, watching Amelia’s mouth softly open. I started to fuck her nice and slowly, waiting until the perfect time to pick up speed. My hand slipped under the shirt, palming her full breasts, rolling her nipple with my fingers. That got her attention a little more as her eyes fluttered open.
