Promise (22 page)

I dip down and settle my lips in that sweet spot just above her collar bone, and my dick reminds me that he’s getting pissed off about the hang time.

I drink in the sound of her breath and the way she tilts her head away to give my mouth more of her.

“Tell me whatever it is. Whatever it is, I don’t scare easily. I don’t retreat. I’m right here, and I want more than anything to know. I also want to do a million other things to you but not until you tell me what’s bothering you. So please, for the love of all things holy, tell me.” My voice almost shakes from the strain of having her naked under me. If I fucking start to cry, I’ll lose my man card permanently.

“I’m not exactly a virgin, but I’ve only done it once, and it was a long, long time ago. And, it was bad.” The words fall out of her lips like a gruesome flood full of broken trees and thick mud.

I hate that I know about that, and I can never tell her.

“I want to—” Her hands glide around to the back of my neck, winding up to pull my face to hers, and I lose the ability to think. “I just wanted you to know. I don’t have much experience. I’m not scared really, just nervous.
Really
nervous.
And, Idon’tlikehowIlook
.” Those last seven words came out so fast it took me a second to decode.

My heart is in those million pieces again, and my muscles start to shake, thinking of the fucker that took her first-time and how she has no idea of her value.

“You are, by a magnitude I cannot even describe, more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen. Every. Glorious. Inch.” I look slowly up and down, drinking her in. I want her to see what I see. “Look at my face. Every part of me wants you to feel good. Every thought in my head right now is about how can I bring her pleasure? Make her feel safe. Make her feel like she’s mine. Thank you for telling me. But, look at me. What do you see?”

Her eyes dart to my face, settle on my scar, then to my eyes.

“I see you,” she says.

“You see someone who wants your happiness more than his own. In a way I don’t even understand yet. If you say you trust me, I promise I will never hurt you. I will never leave you, and I sure as shit will make you come until you forget anything or anyone that came before.”

Her lips are mine. Her hands pull me down, and I scoop my palms over her cheeks, leaning into a kiss that’s haunted my dreams for too many nights.

“Make love to me,” she whispers in my ear, and I feel like the tunnel of white light just came and claimed me.

Our hands meet in a tangle as I reach lower to try to get the straining button on my jeans open. She is right there with me, and I let her take the lead. There is nothing more beautiful than this. Than her wanting me.

My shirt is an easy mark, already hanging open. I get one arm out, then the other, and for once do not care when it ends up in a heap on the floor.

The brush of her hard nipples on my chest is distracting as hell as I work like a fucking maniac to kick off my pants without having to move too far from her. There's tension, heat, and some kind of magic around us. Nothing has ever felt this way, and I don’t want it to end.

When I lay my teeth down on her neck, I don’t mean to bite so hard but something snaps inside of me. Some kind of ancient part of me that wants the world to know she’s mine. I must leave my mark and tell any other motherfuckers that she is off the market permanently.

“I’ve never felt like this before.” Her voice is breathy against my neck. “I’m scared, but I don’t want to stop. Something about you, how you look at me. I feel like we—”

She stops abruptly. I see her eyes fall away, and that little demon is whispering in her ear again. It will become my job to smash that little fuck until he never comes back again.

“Babe, I’m right there with you. This is new territory for me. You are so far gone from anything I’ve felt before. I never knew what people meant when they said someone could break their heart. But you, my angel, could shatter me.”

“It’s just so strange. To feel like this.” She’s humming each word like a siren.

“How about I show you another feeling . . .” I give her a kiss then I can’t help the smile that explodes on my face as I start kissing my way down her torso.

The soft flesh of her belly is quivering under my lips as I settle a hundred kisses on my trek south. I’ve tasted my share of pussy before, but I can already tell hers is going to be something of an order I have never yet encountered.

I take it slow at first, kissing and loving my way. She’s got her legs tight, and if she was standing, the way she’s shaking, she’d be in trouble. I catch the first decadent softness of her scent, and my cock fills to overflowing.

I’ve never been so hard. When I’m with her, I have a gear that I didn’t know existed before.

My hands spread her slowly and gently from the inside of her thighs.

“Open, babe. It’s okay. You’re mine. I’ll take good care of you . . . I promise.” I can’t help but look up over the wondrous horizon of her curves until my eyes meet hers.

She loosens under my touch, and I keep my eyes on her for a moment because I love that she’s watching me. The pounding in my demanding dick is met by the way my heart is working triple time trying to crack my ribs.

“
Mine
,” I whisper into her open folds as my tongue takes that first glorious lick. At the touch of my tongue, you would have thought I set off a firecracker under her ass. Her hips jerk upward, and she lets out a noise that I will never forget.

My sweet, ivory angel is primed, and I just lit the charge. Her taste is beyond any description. I’ve imagined what it would be like more times than there are numbers, but this is so much better than any of my dreams.

She is soaking my tongue, and something knocks in my head and tells me that this is where I belong—to never leave—and I agree one thousand percent.

I’m sucking on every fold, trying to discover each magnificent nuance of her. Listening to the changes in her moans, the way she pulls and pushes into my face as I lick, suck, and finally bite down on her clit, sending her hips smacking into my face.

I follow her body and press harder as she twists and turns like a damn carnival ride. My mouth is full of her sweet, gushing juices, and I drink her in like a parched, dying man. I want it all, like a saving cure to my disease. Her pussy is branding me with a taste that I will never forget.

I wrap my arms around the tops of her thighs, my fingers pushing into her soft flesh, holding her against my mouth, and her moans are coming fast. Her hands are smacking—pushing my head away, and then she’s digging in to pull me forward, and her legs shiver against my face as her tension builds.

She’s following my tongue up and down, and I let go with one hand, and two fingers sink deep inside her easily. I lock my mouth over her clit, sucking and tonguing her while my fingers show no mercy. She’s tight as fuck and for just a second my mind wonders how she will take what I have to give.

Her back turns into an arched bridge as my mouth destroys her and my fingers match the rhythm.

She’s running into my mouth, and I swallow everything she gives as her cries find the tallest parts of the ceiling and crash down around me like I’ve just discovered the definition of joy.

She begins to pulse on my fingers and comes with a glorious spasm. I don’t stop my onslaught until I hear painful whimpers, and her thighs squeeze against the sides of my head, desperate for me to stop as her body recovers.

If she’d let me, I’d stay buried here until the damn sun came up, but there is something else we need.

I cannot deny this crazed desire to mate her that gnaws at me. Not fuck. Not screw.
Mate.

Like an instinct. To lay claim. Something in my furious, misfiring brain tells me that this is not sex, it’s me willing myself to become part of her. A violent sense of ownership comes over me as I raise up and blanket her with my body.

She opens her legs, giving me something so precious—her willing body. Her eyes give me something more—her willing spirit. I make the silent promise to never take her for granted. To never let anyone hurt her again.

I can’t stop the word from repeating over and over in my fire-seared brain.

Own. Own. Own.

I own her. She’s mine.

It’s still not enough. Maybe it’s the limits of our language. Even “own” falls short. I want to absorb her into my fucking being. Lord over her with control and protection that will be impossible to fracture.

“Wow.” She gives me one of her treasured smiles as I suck her bottom lip into mine.

My cock is ready to shoot fucking bullets as it grazes the slick, wet entrance of heaven, and I feel her body turn into a board.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” I’ve got my eyes on hers because there is no way I’m going to miss this moment. I want to see everything her face tells me when I turn us into something more than what we were before. “Okay? Are you okay? It’s going to hurt, babe. Are you ready?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and then softens under me. Her thighs open as my hips inch upward, pressing just the tip of my cock into her center, and I almost lose my fucking mind.

I push into her, and then hold steady. Listen for her breaths, watch her eyes widen then fall. Drawing out, then pushing back in, I take more of her with each stroke.

“Oh my god.” I drop my head for a second, trying to stay in the moment.

I can hear her drawing air between her teeth as I give her more. Every muscle in my body is taut, and it stings where her nails cut into the flesh of my forearms.

She’s drawing me forward. I give, then take, then give more until I know I can’t save her from the pain.

“Look at me, Promise.” I wait for her eyelids to flutter open and meet mine, and then I draw back and sink my hips forward with a powerful thrust, hard and deep into her tight walls.

At that moment, nothing matters but the way her body gathers me inside. The only words I can form as I sink into her scream are . . .

“You. Are. Mine.”

It’s a good thing no one else lives in this building because the guttural sounds that follow would have rolled a dead man in his grave.

“Fuck, it’s okay. Hold on, babe . . .” Her body curls around my cock like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s like I can feel every one of those little petals in her tight walls stroking me off.

Unbelievably, her hands come down on my hips, and she takes me a few more inches on her own. My muscles turn to rock as she raises her hips and pushes, the magnificence of it beyond my comprehension.

She lets out a painful moan and stops, and I know what she's taking from me is hurting her, and I also know if you stop, you might not start again. So, I counter with my own thrust, seating the majority of what I know is no starter-dick inside the wet warmth of her body.

The fever raging inside of me breaks. I can't take my eyes off her as the ice blue of her eyes goes white, rolling back in her head.

She is slick, and I know I can give her more, but I don’t. I want her with me, all of her, so I hold steady, the pull of her walls making it one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

Her juices run down the base of my cock, my balls already tight, and it is mind over matter. Not now. Not with her.

I kiss her neck, her cheek, her nose, her top lip then bottom, and her chin, stroking her slowly until I can barely hold on to what is left of my civilized self. I want all of her. I want to map the way each part of her tastes, then go back a thousand times to compare them all.

Finally, she’s back with me, a deep exhale followed by a sweet humming sound as our bodies hang in limbo, my crazy-ass cock blowing me up, trying to convince me to just slam it home and let the chips fall where they may.

No way.

“More. I want more . . .” Her eyes and her words hit me simultaneously, and it is only a fraction of a second before I comply with my baby’s request.

I shift forward, her warmth drenching me with each in and out motion of my cock.

“Hmmmm . . .” Her neck arches back.

I gauge and I measure, rocking back, then forward, back, forward, until my core aches and every part of my being wants to be inside of her. Her body takes me in, spins everything I thought I knew on its head, and the world looks completely different now.

My arms scoop up behind her waist, up her back and draw her against me from nose to toes as my hips lurch forward, giving her as much as I dare.

I listen as she sucks in a breath through her teeth, my eyes never leaving her face, a beautiful tangle of pain and desire.

How long have I wanted this? How long have I imagined her, dreamed how it would feel?

Now, I’m here, and I can’t explain how much more this is to me than my pathetic dreams.

I work one hand down her back, finally getting a handful of the most amazing ass God ever created as I lean my body against her, grinding her open slit into me, trying not to give her more of my length, not today. We’re moving together, I bring my hand back from her ass and steady my body over her on locked elbows.

She’s pushing up on her heels, spreading wide and giving herself to me.

Her mouth is open, sweet shallow breaths coming faster and faster. Her hands dart up, putting a death grip on my forearms as she pulls her body, alternating curling and curving into me and away as I smooth out my thrusts, working every imaginable way I can to bring her pleasure.

I want to seat myself inside her in a way that she can never be undone from me. I want her orgasm to light the sky and quake the ground, and then I want to do that another thousand times so I can see her face and hear her sweet noises forever.

The darkness in her comes into me. She forgets, if just for this moment, all the black moments that came before. Someday, I will erase them from her forever instead of just this moment. But for right now, this—this moment—is precious.

My cock spasms inside of her. I can’t take much more; every tendon in my neck is standing out. My mouth takes hers, and I want to feel her breath inside of me as I kiss her and her noises become a piece of me forever.