She pushed up on her arms, straightening her back, and giving me the ability to pull her up against my chest, turning her head to the side, I kissed her.
Long, slow, passionately, until we both couldn’t breathe.
“You are so fucking perfect for me,” I growled into her mouth. “Now, get back down there and let me finish inside of you. I want to see my cum dripping down your fucking perfect legs.”
Tavi groaned as she did just that, on her hands and knees before me, I fucked into her perfect body, the sound of our wet sex almost at a level bordering on nonsensical. My balls were pulling up, and I pounded into my woman a few more times, before I came hard. My vision blurred for a minute, and all I saw were stars–making me wonder when I had last had a glass of water–before I fell onto the bed beside her.
We couldn’t speak. Could do nothing but try to get our breath back, but the proximity of her was enough.
“I need to clean up,” she said, turning onto her back. “I can feel you coming out of me as I speak.”
I got up, turning to my side, and looking down at her. My hand travelled down to her pussy, sweeping up my cum and pushing it back inside of her. Tavi groaned, her back arching off the bed with the motion.
“Dane…”
“I like being inside of you,” I said. “In fact, this doesn’t feel like you’re full yet. Maybe you need more.”
I could already feel how hard I was getting from just pushing my cum back into her. Notching my cock there, I pushed my cum into her, feeling the wetness around me only made me harder.
“Dane!”
We both knew what this meant. The unspokenness of what we were both mentally saying, but not uttering a word.
Neither of us pulled away.
It was intense. Something I had hidden from for years, and she had too. Tomorrow, I would find her birth control and throw it in the bin. She wouldn’t be needing it anymore.
I could see in her eyes that she was with me.
She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
She was it for me.
My one. Fuck.
I wasn’t scared anymore. I was terrified, because now, I could lose something I never knew I needed.
Maverick
“You’ve been quiet.”
I looked over at Shadow, and nodded. “Been busy.”
“Got anything to do with the woman you’ve been carting around, hiding away or the little boy you had Cherry watch over?”
Fuck I hated it when he crept around. He was called Shadow for a reason. King of infiltration and surveillance.
“Prez been keeping an eye on me, has he?” I asked, bitterness in my tone.
“Not the Prez, brother.”
Shadow was a man of few words, but the words he used were always enough to get his point across.
“What do you know about her?” I asked, needing to know if I was going to be hauled over the coals before I had a chance to tell Reaper about this.
“Everything,” Shadow said, his eyes on me. “I also know who she’s married to and what she’s running from. You need help, brother, you don’t need to involve the others. Me and Beast could take care of it.”
“I got it,” I told him. “That fucker is mine to take out.”
