Yale…

I held her tight, unable to deny that I was past wanting to keep her; that I had to admit I needed someone like her in my life. Her gracious beauty unmatched in only one arena, her integrity. That turned me on beyond anything and I had been looking for a woman like her for so long. The perfect amalgamation of pretty, smart, innocent, and with such an honest purity.

She was beyond corruption, but what’s more, she was some sort of an angel, lifting me out of my brooding and misery. She gave me something to look forward to, allowing me to hope and even dream for myself for a change.

I let my hand drift to the back of her hair, gripping it tightly in my fist to control her head. Tearing my mouth from hers I marched my lips down the side of her neck, exploiting all her most sensitive places with them, adding my teeth as necessary. She gasped, sighing out in a rush of breath, her body leaning limply with submission into mine. The tingle in my cock grew as I rose swiftly from half-mast to full and I wanted inside her elegant body so badly. I was done tiptoeing around with her, though. I would be taking her to the bedroom for this.

I wanted her in my bed, needed her there, a symbolic thing with heavy importance to me. I only took women to my bed, in my space, who I wanted to keep, and I wanted to keep Ally. I wanted to claim not just her body, but her heart and soul as well, and I would go to any limit, beyond any limit to do so.

So involved in her rushing, moaning, whimpering breaths was I, I almost missed her nimble fingers making quick work of my shirt until she was drawing it from my waistband to reach the last few buttons.

“You naughty girl,” I said, smiling by her ear, and jerked back on her hair carefully. Her reaction was beautiful: a sharp, surprised cry, back bowing, going to her very tippy-toes before putting her feet flat on the floor. I turned her away from me, and brought her back against my chest, turning us both toward the hall. I plunged my free hand down the front of her little shorts and pressed my fingertips past her plump pussy lips, seeking her opening, pleased to find her growing wet. I slicked the moisture up and over her clitoris and massaged it firmly, teasing it into a hard kernel as she writhed and tried to get away from my hand.

“Not going to happen,” I murmured and kissed the shell of her ear. “Now march. End of the hall, into the bedroom.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped, shuddering. I propelled her forward and she went, obediently and I loved that. I loved everything about how she sweetly obeyed, even though she struggled slightly against my hand at her front.

“Take your shorts and panties down,” I commanded when I had her facing the foot of my bed. Her hands immediately went to the button and zipper at the front of the denim and she quickly unfastened them, giving her hips a sexy little shimmy as she forced them down. They slid to pool around her ankles and I smiled.

“Good girl.” I thrust her forward, throwing her down on her stomach onto the bed. She yelped with surprise and turned onto her back, but I was already pulling my shirt back off of my shoulders, devouring her with my gaze. She leaned up to watch me, hands pressed flat to the comforter, pushing herself up when I went for her shoes and to pull her bottoms the rest of the way off.

“Play with your pussy, I want to watch you,” I told her, and with a shy smile that held a wicked edge, her fingertips drifted over her body, from her throat, over the many fashionable necklaces she wore, between her breasts, encased in the charcoal-gray tank top she wore beneath her little denim jacket, over her stomach, drifting over the mound of her pussy until she pressed light fingertips into the top of her sex in rapid teasing circles.

She arched, and cried out lightly, her breath coming in even, long, slow gasps as she writhed and played with herself for my eyes while I worked my pants open and went for a condom in the bedside table. I tore open the packet while she watched me, eyes heavy-lidded with desire, and I could tell that watching me put it on myself was as alluring to her as watching her play with her little pink pussy making herself ready for me, was to me.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and yanked, hauling her bodily across the mattress closer to me. She shrieked with delight, laughing, which quickly turned into a sultry moan as I introduced my body to hers in the most intimate way possible. I took it slowly, easing my cock into her until I was buried to the root. She felt so good, amazingly hot and wet, her walls pressing around me gently. I stroked out of her, then back in once, and closed my eyes, bowing my head and savoring the sensation.

“Did I tell you to stop?” I demanded and her fingertips, which were still pressed against her clit, resumed their motion as I set an accompanying rhythm.

“Oh, god,” she moaned and arched again, her back coming up off the bed, forcing herself down on me tighter, and it felt so good but wasn’t quite enough for me. This was going to be a quick fuck as compared to what we’d done before, but it was right and had its place.

“Tighten up for me, Bright Eyes,” I urged, and she gripped me like a second skin, her tight little pussy fisting my cock to such a fucking perfection I couldn’t hold back. I drove into her a final time and fucking exploded, starbursts of white fucking light going off behind my tightly closed eyelids, even as I heard her cry out beneath me. Oh, god, she milked me fucking dry with her own orgasm as she fought not to writhe too much beneath me.

I collapsed over her and pressed my mouth to hers, smoothing her hair away from those gorgeous green eyes of hers as they stared into my soul, sightlessly seeing everything and nothing at all.

“God damn, I love you,” I whispered, and her arms came up and went around me, her legs following suit as she gave me a massive full-body hug, twining around me like ivy.

I’d never felt as complete as a man until right then.