Moving up I took her mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss that left us both breathless. “Open up for me, love.” I guided a hand to the back of her thigh, lifting her leg and placing her foot on the bench along the back wall of the shower. She moved her other foot, spreading that leg so her pussy was ready and open for me.
“Give me that tongue,” I whispered and sucked it into my mouth the moment she acquiesced. My hand slipped between her already wet folds, finding her warm center. Easing two fingers inside I worked her fast, sucking her tongue and enjoying her moans.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and pre-cum oozed from my tip. There was absolutely nothing like this woman. No drug, no liquor, no high could compare to the feeling I felt whenever I touched or tasted her.
“Fabian, baby,” she hissed the second I released her tongue.
“Tell me what you want, love,” I said, still pinching her nipple while the fingers of my other hand fucked her pussy. She was so damn wet, the sound of my fingers moving in and out of her just as loud and intoxicating as her moans.
“I wanna cum, baby. Pleeasssee.”
I absolutely loved it when she begged.
“How do you wanna cum?” Dragging my teeth over the line of her jaw, then down to her neck, I sank my teeth into her skin and felt her shiver beneath me. “Tell me what you want, my love, and I’ll give it to you. Anything for you. Absolutely anything.” And that was the truth. There wasn’t anything she could ask for that I wouldn’t give her. Anything that she would ever want that I wouldn’t move heaven and earth to see that she had.
For so long, I thought my life would only be about the club and whatever other business I opened to get the money and success I was raised to chase. I had women at my disposal, so they’d never been on the list of goals. They were always just something that was there, that I could obtain and walk away from when I was done with them. But then came Dakota, and the realization of how lost I’d truly been without her hit me like a bulldozer. She had my heart the moment she looked at me and said her name.
“Dakota,” I groaned. “Fuck, baby, tell me what you need so I can give it to you.”
“I need it hard.” She panted. “Hard and fast.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Moving my hand and mouth away from her simultaneously, I entered her with one intense stroke. Water continued to rain down on us, and I stared at her as I eased out a little and pushed in again. I wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her steady, then eased the other one up to cup her cheek before I started pounding into her.
“Shiiiitt!” She groaned and panted, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Uh uhn, you know better. Keep them eyes on me while you take this dick.” I pounded into her furiously, loving the feel of her warm walls gripping my dick while her sweet honey glazed this muthafucka.
Her eyes found mine and all I could see there was desire and passion, lust and hunger. I was positive they mirrored my own. I was so fuckin’ obsessed with this woman.
“Fabian, baby. Pleeeasse,” she begged again and this time I was ready to give her what she was requesting.
“I gotchu, my love. Remember, I’ve always gotchu. Take a breath,” I whispered and waited the seconds it took for her to do as I asked. Feeling the rise of her chest, I kept my gaze locked on hers as I moved my hand from her cheek to cover her nose and mouth.
Her eyes grew a little wider, passion pouring from them as I continued to thrust in and out of her. Her pussy squeezed me tighter and my balls ached with the need for my own release. She tensed beneath me, one tear slipping from her eye.
I loved this shit. Her complete submission and trust filled my heart like no words she could ever speak. Her desires, limitations, rules, and consent were all a must before we ever slept together. I wasn’t a gentle lover, not all the time and certainly not with every woman I took to my bed. But for Dakota, I was prepared to be whatever she needed. To, like I repeatedly told her, give her whatever she wanted to please her.
This right here, taking her air until she understood that I was the only one who could grant her breath again, who could open the gateway to a euphoric climax, was intoxicating as fuck. I swear this shit made me high with a power that exceeded any I’d ever be able to achieve on the streets.
There, I knew how to kill a man. How to mutilate and intimidate. But here, when it was just the two of us like this, bared down to the basics of breathing and pleasure, I knew how to honor my woman. How to bless us both with the most satisfying orgasm there was.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, love. So beautiful and powerful. I love you so much.” My chest tightened with the intensity of myfeelings for her as I pumped into her harder and faster. “I love you.” Her fingers dug into the skin of my biceps. “I … love … you.”
On the next powerful thrust, I yanked my hand away from her face and moaned. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”
Her breath came out as a hoarse gasp followed by the scream of her climax ripping through her.
“That’s it, love, that’s … shit … that’s it.” I could barely get the words out as my release tore through me. I couldn’t stop pumping into her, couldn’t stop the tears that welled in my eyes as I watched her face contort with pleasure. “I fuckin’ love you, Dakota. Shit, I love you.”
“I love you, Fabian,” she whispered and wrapped her arms tightly around me while my dick continued to throb inside of her. “I love you.”
CHAPTER 18
FURY
“Who was she?”
