“You’re thinking too much into this too. I want to get to know you. I want you in my house when I get home from dealing with the things I have to deal with. We don’t have to plan our future together within the next five minutes. There are many ways this can go.”
“What if I say you can’t have me?”
He pressed his chest against my back, caging me in. Leaning down to brush a kiss over my cheek, he spoke softly, his words laced with a darker undercurrent, “You don’t get to dictate what I can and can’t have.”
“Why won’t you give this up?” It was barely audible.
“Because you may not believe in instant connections or love at first sight, but that doesn’t mean I don’t.” He eased back and turned me around, ensuring he had my full attention. “From the second I saw you I was infatuated.” His sincerity shined through again, truth reflected in his golden eyes.
“You’re going to give us a chance. If you keep running from everything you’re afraid of, you’ll never live.”
We bypassed three closed doors and one that led into a bathroom before he came to a set at the end of the hall. My stomach dipped when he pushed them open and we stepped into his room.
A soft table lamp glowed from a nightstand. The faint light from his landscaping shone in through the French doors on the far side of the room. There was a large four poster bed, two matching dressers, a curved flat-screen mounted on the wall, a plush love seat, and a small mini-bar. The masculinity of it all fit him perfectly.
He let me go and made his way to the glass doors, pulling a long blackout curtain across them, making the room darker.
I looked up at a diamond chandelier. The silence and nerves of being in his room needed a distraction.
He made his way back to where I stood and pulled me further into the room. I tried to look anywhere but at him but he wasn’t having it. His hand cupped my jaw and held my head in place. He leaned down without warning and pressed his soft lips to mine, using his thumb to pull my mouth open.
I felt like a juvenile all over again when he chuckled and stroked my tongue with his until I began to reciprocate.
It didn’t take long before I began pulling at his clothes, needing to feel all of him. He pushed my hands away and stepped back, maintaining eye contact as he removed his shirt followed by his slacks.
He moved forward again.
His solid body pressed into mine, slowly walking me backward. The next kiss was hard–impassioned–a signature that marked his ownership of me without my full consent.
“Off,” he broke away and demanded, tugging at the hem of my dress.
I turned, pulling my hair over one shoulder and silently directing him to my zipper. With a well-practiced move, he had the dress undone and pooling at my feet within two seconds.
He sealed his mouth over mine and eased me down on his plush mattress and downy comforter, moving me up until we were at the headboard. His hands firmly gripped my thighs, spreading them wide enough that I could feel the muscles stretch.
“Say yes. Tell me your mine.”
My heart felt like a caged butterfly. If I said no, I’d lose him. I could feel it.
But what would be so different about our relationship if I said yes?
I would get to be close to my mood stabilizer. It brought me closer to my overall goal. Wasn’t that reason enough?
“I’m yours,” I nearly whispered, hoping I wasn’t making another massive mistake.
He was pushing inside me on my next breath. A ragged moan reverberated from my chest, feeling the pleasurable burn that came with his thick cock sliding inside me.
“Oh, god,” I breathed, as he fed my pussy more and more of him inch by inch until I was filled to capacity. I happily accepted the pain that came with it.
He loomed over me with his muscular forearms braced on either side of my head. “Tell me you want me.” He thrust forward, pushing his cock into an erogenous zone.
“I want you, just you.” I nearly pleaded as he began rocking in and out of me. I hadn’t expected this from him. I thought he’d be fast and hard. This was rough, yet soft and languid.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight, Elena.” My name rolled off his tongue, and he picked his momentum up. I grabbed his firm ass pulling him into me as deep as I could. Unabashed moans filled the air. I could hear him sliding in and out, feel the slickness dripping from me and coating his dick and balls. I relished in how good we felt together.
He captured my lower lip and bit down, increasing the pace of his thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his waist, angling my hips. The orgasm hit me forcefully and unexpectedly.
My moans sounded like breathy sobs as I buried my face in his neck, arching into him and repeating his name like a chant.
