He gives me a soft, gentle kiss.I feel so full, and when he starts to move, I pull his lips down to mine and kiss him while he makes love to me.
And that’s what this is.
Slow and deep, looking into each other’s eyes.He’s so in tune with me, paying attention to my every reaction.He clocks it when my breath hitches and gives me more when I need it.
He pushes my knees up and fucks me deeper, but still takes his time.I glance down between us, watching his big cock slide in and out of me.It’s so hot, and when I glance back up to him, the heat in his eyes makes me whimper.
“You like watching me take you?You feel so fucking good, Xanthe,” he growls.“This cunt is mine now.It will always bemine.”
“Yes, fuck,” I whimper, as he reaches down to play with my clit.
“You ready to come all over me?I want to feel you milking my cock.”
“Yes,” I pant as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.His gaze locks on my face, and he instantly follows me over the edge, making me wonder how long he’s been holding back.The pleasure on his face is so fucking sexy and intimate.
“Are you okay?”he asks again, resting his forehead against mine.
“Yes, that was amazing,” I reply, smiling up at him.“You were worth the wait, Ghost.”
He smiles widely, and it hits his gray eyes.
My heart stops.
I press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he slides out of me, staring down at his cock.When my eyes follow his, I see a small amount of blood on both of us.He reaches down to my pussy and slides his finger through it, then rubs it into the skin of my inner thigh.
“Fuck,” he rasps, seemingly fascinated.
He looks back over at me, taking my hand into his, staying connected with me.His thumb runs across my knuckles soothingly.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he murmurs, sitting up and turning to face me.“Stay here.I’m going to fill the bath up for you.I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.”
“I’m fine.”I smile, he grins, and heads into the bathroom.I hear the tap running, and then he comes back out with a warm cloth and spreads my thighs, gently cleaning me up.Then he carries me into the bathroom and sets me down in the warm, still-filling tub.He pushes my hair back out of my face and gathers it up so it doesn’t get wet.
His rough hands are so gentle with me that it makes happy tears pool in my eyes.There’s much more to this man than most people see.
I soak in the tub for about an hour before he helps me out and dries me.He then tucks me back into bed.
I must fall asleep because when I wake up next, he’s hard again and rolling me onto my stomach.“I want you again.Are you sore?”
“I’m fine, honey.You can have me whenever you want me,” I say, just before his mouth is on me from behind.
Okay, I’m now more than fine.My body heats for him, craving him just as he craves me.
“Ghost,” I moan, reaching my arms out in front of me, my fingers gripping the sheets and pushing back against him.
His tongue laps at me so hungrily like he can’t get enough of me.
He keeps going, making me come before he grips my hips and drives his hard cock into me.He starts to fuck me slowly, but then picks up the pace.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasps, making a deep, sexy sound in the back of his throat.
“First time was for you; this time it’s for me,” he growls, gripping my nape and fucking me hard.
And when I come yet again, it’s with a satisfied smile on my face.
“You two finally sort your shit out?”Ora asks me, smirking.She has her son, Zade, in her arms.
“I think so,” I reply, looking over to where Ghost is serving me up a plate of pancakes for breakfast.
