I CAN TELL she has to practically run to keep up with my long strides as I lead her down the quiet stretch of hallway, but I can’t bring myself to slow down. It’s been hours since I first laid eyes on her—since I reacquainted myself with the taste of my woman—and it wasn’t enough. Now that we’re finally, fucking finally alone, I intend to have my way with her until we’re both too exhausted to take anymore. Then we’ll sleep and start all over again.
After the day I’ve had, I should be ready to call it a night. It’s nearly midnight when the door clicks unlocked and I pull Jill over the threshold of our hotel suite, but our night has barely begun. I let her go only to drop our bags onto the floor as we step out of the mouth of the short entrance hallway, leading us past the bathroom and into the bedroom. I don’t take in a single detail of the place as I hook my arm around her waist, and swing her up against me.
She sucks in a breath, and the sound of her response to me makes my dick jerk in anticipation. I want all of her sounds tonight—every moan, every scream, every gasp—I want it all.
Sliding her hands along my shoulders, up the back of my neck, and into my hair, she stares directly into my eyes, her chest already heaving as she pants for me. “Leo,” she whispers, touching the tip of her nose to the tip of mine. “I want you so badly, I can barely breathe.”
Speaking through clenched teeth, I mutter, “I want you to take your clothes off, baby. I want you naked—in the middle of the bed—on your hands and knees—ready for me.”
“Yes,” she agrees on a sigh with a nod.
I set her on her feet and she wastes no time shedding her coat on the floor. She kicks her shoes off next, her big, blue eyes never leaving mine as she wiggles her hips, shoving her pants and her panties to her ankles at the same time. She straightens, stepping out of the garments as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. My erection presses against the zipper of my jeans as her arms lift over her head, yanking the fabric from her body. Her long, blonde hair cascades down her back, and a soft growl sounds from deep within my chest when she unhooks her bra and frees her tits.
For a moment, she doesn’t move. She stands before me, completely bare, her eyes smiling as if she’s trying to tell me something. At first, I don’t know what she’s attempting to convey, and I don’t give a fuck. I let my eyes trace over every bit of her gorgeous body—my gorgeous body—and just when I’m starting to get impatient, wanting her to do as I’ve instructed, I see it. I have to clench my hands into fists, willing myself to stay in control of whatever the fuck is causing my chest to ache with a longing so intense that I can hardly see straight.
When I lift my eyes up from the necklace, my gaze crashing with hers, she smiles at me sweetly before turning to crawl into bed. She doesn’t merely position herself on her hands and knees; rather, she leans down on her forearms, leaving her ass up in the air in one hell of an invitation. As she looks back at me from over her shoulder, something inside of me snaps, and what little patience I had left is eradicated.
I’m quick to unlace my boots and yank them from my feet before ripping my shirt over my head. I pause for just a moment to look at her once more, and she arches her back, allowing me a better view of her pussy. My dick throbs. Anxious to touch her, I waste not another second before I rid myself of the rest of my clothing and kneel on the bed behind her.
She sighs when I mold my hands around her ass, spreading her cheeks as I dig my fingers into her flesh. Wishing to paint her pretty, pale skin red, I raise one hand and slap it hard against her flesh. She gasps, moaning when I rub soothing circles against the tender spot, and then I repeat the act on the other side. I do it again, and she rears back, silently begging for more. I don’t deny her, teasing the both of us as I play with her.
I spank her until she’s trembling, her pussy literally dripping with arousal. The satisfaction I experience, knowing that my touch—rough or gentle—is enough to make her cunt this wet, to make her entire body respond to me the way that it is right now, it’s proves that she was made for the likes of me. Never have I felt as free to act upon my impulses as I do when I’m alone with this woman. My woman.
Fuck—my precious Jill.
“I’m close, Lee,” she pants.
Her arms are now stretched out in front of her, her fingers gripping the comforter beneath us in her fists. When at long last I fill her with my dick, she throws her head back, crying out in pleasure. I groan, deep and loud, the feel of her tight, soaked, hot pussy beckoning me to surrender to what only she has ever given me. I thrust in and out of her once before she comes, clamping down tight around me. I grip hold of her hips tightly, clenching my jaw as I focus on keeping my shit together. I sure as fuck am not about to lose my load right away.
As her body begins to relax, I unleash myself, holding her steady as I pound into her hard and fast. She mewls as I slide a hand down her spine, fisting a handful of her hair and tugging on the strands. She feels right, so fucking good, but I want more. I crave it. I need to feel her delicate body against mine—to have her wholly surrendered to me.
My dick still buried inside of her, I scoop an arm under her, lifting her body up until her back is pressed against my chest. With my other hand, I sweep her hair to one shoulder and she presses her forehead against my neck as she grabs hold of my forearm. I rock my hips, thrusting up inside of her as I fondle her tits.
“Lee,” she sighs. Tilting her head back, she licks my neck before pulling a bite of my skin between her teeth. She pinches me harder as I tug on one of her nipples, and we both moan. As our bodies grow slick with sweat, my balls start to rise, and I feel that well-known tingle at the base of my spine. With every intention of making her come again before I do, I reach down and slap my fingers against her swollen clit.
“Oh, shit!” she cries, lifting an arm up to grip the back of my neck.
I smack her again, and she presses her ass against me, thrusting her chest forward. I drive into her, her body at a new angle, and the sweet sound of her indulgent groan assures me that she’s on the cusp of her orgasm. Knowing that I’ve held on as long as I possibly can, I pinch her clit between my finger and my thumb, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure. As her soft cunt tightens around my naked dick, I let my head fall back, freeing a grunt as I swell and spill my seed inside of her. My muscles lock up, and I hold her against me tighter as the effects of my release course through me.
It’s Jill who moves first, my cock slipping out of her as she turns around to face me. Pressing her hardened nipples against my chest, she circles her arms around my shoulders, her lips grazing mine as she demands, “More.”
It’s all she says before her tongue is sweeping through my mouth. I don’t deny her, crushing her against me as I return her affection—giving her what she needs—taking all I want.
I PULL MY eyes away from her only long enough to look across the room, taking note of the rising sun as it peeks through the curtains of the floor to ceiling windows. When Jill yawns, her warm, soft, delicate frame plastered around my side, I return my attention back down on her. The sheets are bunched low around my hips, covering only part of her ass, and I’m not at all surprised at how much I missed this view.
Been around the world a couple of times. Seeing different places, experiencing various cultures, it’s a privilege. It’s an honor. It’s an opportunity far greater than I deserve. I would never take it for granted, and yet—nothing I’ve seen, nothing I’ve experienced over the last eighteen weeks compares to this view.
I promised her that I belonged to her, and I meant it. When faced with a life without her, based entirely around a decision rooted in my awareness of all that’s fucked up about who I am and where I come from, all I’m left with is pure and unadulterated rage. That is how I know that somehow, someway, she took hold of me, and my life will never be the same because of her. But it wasn’t until tonight that I realized how much of me she owns.
“Lee?” she murmurs, her exhaustion evident in her small voice.
I grunt my response, and she curls into me tighter.
“Will you promise me something?”
“What, baby?”
“Eighteen weeks…I never want to do that again.” Her voice dropping to barely above a whisper, she says, “I’d follow you anywhere, so long as I didn’t have to be without you for...”
She drifts into a soundless sleep before she can finish her sentence, but what she managed to get out strikes a cord. Pressing my lips against the top of her head, I close my eyes without a fight, making a silent vow to myself—
I will always do what’s best for her. I will always do what keeps her whole and happy. I will always take care of her—whatever the fuck that looks like.
I belong to her, heart, body, and soul.
I WAKE TO the feel of Jill’s lips as she peppers kisses across my chest and down my stomach. When the sheet around my hips gets in her way, she doesn’t hesitate to pull it down from over my dick. I watch her through hooded eyes as she peeks up at me before taking hold of my semi-hard cock and licking the underside of my length. It doesn’t take much more for me to grow fully erect, and when she’s brought me that far, she sucks my head between her lips. I can’t stop myself from reaching down and burying my fingers in her hair.
She takes her time, and I allow it, slowly crawling my way out of sleep. Just watching her gets me hot, and when she sucks me deep, I grunt my appreciation. As her head begins to bob faster, one of her hands pumping me in tandem, she moans, and I know what she’s after. I let her think she’s going to get me off with her mouth for a little while longer, and then I pull on her hair. She gasps, her eyes locking with mine, her mouth open in a fucking adorable O, and my need to fuck her senseless intensifies.
I sit up, grabbing her beneath her arms and lifting her body in the air before dropping her on her back beside me. She giggles—the sound making my dick even harder—and smiles up at me as I make room for myself between her legs. Dipping my head until my lips are pressed against the side of her neck, I mutter against her skin, “You wet for me, baby? Hmm?”
She hums, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
“Wanted a taste of my dick? Does that make you hot for me?”
I bite the skin just below her ear and she sucks in a breath, pressing her chest against mine, still not speaking a word.
“You want my cock inside of you, baby? Huh?” I growl into her ear. “Did my woman wake me up because she needed more?”
“Lee,” she breathes.
Teasing her, I rub my dick along her slit, nudging her clit with my head before sliding back down over her entrance. She thrusts her hips up, but I pull away from her, and she whines in protest.
I touch my forehead to hers, looking down into her desperate gaze and ask, “What do you want, Jill? Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Fuck me. Oh, god, Lee—I want to feel you. Fuck me hard. Make me come.”
I act immediately, slipping into her wet pussy with ease. Her jaw drops, and I plunge my tongue into her mouth as I set an unrelenting pace with my hips. Lifting her head, she leans into the kiss. I bite and she sucks. She licks and I pull. It’s rough, it’s wild, it’s desperate, and it’s fucking ours.
“Harder, Lee,” she moans between my lips, fisting my hair in her hands. “I missed you so much! Give me more, Lee—more!”
Shifting into a position that will allow me the power I need to give her what she wants, I take hold of her legs behind her thighs, bending her in half as I lift to my knees. Seeing her spread out beneath me, my dick buried in her cunt, knowing good and goddamn well that I’m the only fucker who can take her over the edge of bliss every fucking time—I feel downright triumphant.
Using all my strength, I ram into her, watching our connection as I claim what is mine. She whimpers every time I return, the sound of my skin slapping against hers filling the room. When she cries out, calling my name, my focus shoots up to catch the expression on her face right before she comes. She looks so damn gorgeous, I don’t even think about holding back my own release as her inner walls strangle my cock, pulling forth my climax. I pump in and out of her slowly, until I start to go soft. As I break our connection, I lower her legs down onto the bed.
Tilting my head to the side, I watch my seed leak out of her cunt. I then reach down with my hand, swiping it up and shoving it back inside of her—my fingers immediately coated in our mixed fluids.
“Lee?” she whispers.
Without removing my hand from between her legs, I lean over her, propping myself up with my other hand beside her head. Curling my fingers inside of her, I stare into her eyes before I grunt, “This is us, baby. I promise you.”
Her blue eyes sparkle as she takes hold of my face, pulling me down until my lips are pressed against hers. I don’t stop stroking her with my fingers as I kiss her deep and wet, and it’s not long before I’ve found her sweet spot and she’s trembling beneath me, moaning into my mouth. When she can’t take it any longer, she rips her lips away from mine, arching into me as she reaches for her nipples. Knowing what she needs, I bring my mouth to her ear and demand, “Don’t even think about it.”
“Lee—I need—”
“Know what you need, baby.” I graze my teeth over her lobe softly, and she shivers beneath me, freeing another whine. Thinking I’ve held her at the edge for long enough, I dip my head and sink my teeth into her shoulder. She sobs, her body finally falling into sweet oblivion, and I fight a smile as I lick and suck her sensitive flesh.
Fuck—this woman is all I’ll ever need.