Ciara lets out a moan as I lift her up into my arms with her wrapping her legs around my waist. That’s the sound I wanted to hear before. The sound of pleasure. Of knowing that Ciara is mine.
And I could be hers. I’ve never belonged to another person before. I held myself back. It’s why I don’t even have a relationship with my family anymore. My parents are retired and we don’t speak. My brother wants nothing to do with me to keep his daughter safe.
I don’t have anyone in my life.
But I could have Ciara if I just let myself choose her.
I lower her onto the bed as our kiss deepens even more. Our bodies are flush together, no gap between us. I don’t want there to be a gap ever again. The last thing I want is to pretend I don’t have feelings for Ciara. She has gotten under my skin and refuses to leave.
She shrugs my jacket off and then quickly works on the button of my shirt. “I want to see you,” she gasps out. “I’ve never seen all of you before.”
Because I always hold myself back. But I’m done with that. I’m fucking tired of it.
I sit up and slip my shirt off. Ciara’s eyes run down my body and darken. She likes what she sees which makes me proud. I’ve worked hard for my body.
My hands go to the end of her silky nightgown but she stops me.
“I want to see all of you,” she states.
I hesitate for a moment. I’ve had sex plenty of times; that isn’t the problem. I’ve just never had sex with a woman I have these feelings for. To show Ciara my entire body is to bare more of myself open to her. To let her in and risk her betraying me one day. That betrayal would cut deeper than anything else in this world.
But as I stare down at her, laying on the bed, her hair spread out around her, looking up at me with heated eyes, I know I want to show her all of me. I don’t want to hold myself back any longer.
I stand up and unzip my pants, pushing them down along with my underwear. I kick off my shoes and then I stand back up, exposing all of myself to her.
My cock hardens when her eyes land on it. “You like what you see?”
Her swallow is perceptible as she nods. “I do.”
“Have you ever seen a naked man before?”
“No. Not in person. Just online.”
“How does it compare?”
She flushes, exposing just how young she still is. It makes me want to protect her. To corrupt her. To truly make her mine for good. “It’s better.”
“Good. I want to fuck you, Ciara. I want to put my cock so deep inside of you that you won’t be able to think of anything else. But only if you want it too.” She needs to choose me as well for this marriage to work.
Ciara is quiet for a moment before she opens her legs wide. I can tell that she has no panties underneath her nightgown. Her short, silky nightgown that I want to rip right off her.
“I want that too,” she says.
With no other words, I stand over her, my hands finding the end of her nightgown and I shove it up her body. My hand cups her pussy, making her moan. She’s soaking wet. Her inner thighs are covered in her arousal. Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me and I don’t even care.
I run my hand over her pussy. Her hips buck up, desperate for me. I can see it in her expression. We both want this.
“You are mine,” I say again. Before it was to convince myself – to make me believe that I wouldn’t lose her – but now it’s because it’s the right thing to say.
“You’re mine,” she says in response, putting her claim on me too.
We both know it’s time.
Chapter Seventeen
Ciara
Marco slips the rest of the nightgown over my head so I’m naked just like he is. I’ve never been this exposed and open with another person, both physically and emotionally. It’s a little bit terrifying but it also feels like the most right thing in the entire world.
