Chapter 9
Ford
We stumbled into my apartment, all lips and tongue and teeth. My hands gripped her hips, guiding her to the first surface I could get her on. I pulled her dress over her head, exposing her soft, malleable skin. She was as luscious as the first time I’d laid my lips on her, and my fingertips traced her familiar curves.
She kissed down my neck, nipping at me as I rid her of her underwear. I picked her up, my hands cupping her ass while her legs wrapped around me. My cock was throbbing against my pants. Aching to be between her legs. I pinned her to the window and watched it fog around her. The glass soaked up her heat as her body shivered with the cold.
“Ford. Oh my gosh.”
I gripped her chin, tilting her gaze to mine. Amelia’s deep hazel eyes were blown wide with lust, her body betraying her every second. I cupped her breast, massaging her tit to life as she rolled her hips against me. I could feel her arousal drenching my pants as my cock strained to be closer to her.
I guided her lips to mine before I started working my pants down. I stepped out of them, my cock dripping onto the skin of her thigh. I laced our fingers together and pinned her hands to the wall, feeling her breath pant against mine.
She tasted so sweet, and I knew she would feel like heaven around my cock.
In one thrust, I slid into her. Into the warmth I would forever call home. Her heels dug into the curvature of my back, her body spreading for me as my cock pressed against her walls. She moaned and whimpered, sounds pouring from her delicate lips as her eyes fluttered shut. Her juices were dripping down my balls, coating the insides of my thighs as she begged for me.
“Please, Ford. Faster. Go… go faster.”
I snapped against her body as I pinned her to the window. The whole of Chicago was below me while Amelia’s ass slid up the glass with every thrust I dealt. She was shivering. Shaking with pleasure and losing control of herself. My cock grew thick against her walls, pulsing with the need to release.
“Amelia. Fuck.”
Faster and faster I went, fucking her up the window and pulling her back down to me. Her legs grew weak and fell from my back, dangling helplessly off the floor as I fell further into her body. I was losing myself in her. I would have this beautiful body for the rest of my life. The things I would do to her. The positions I would tangle her up in and the places I would have her. She would never go another night in her life without gasping for more. She would never go another second without knowing someone was there for her.
I pressed my lips to her neck, nibbling on her skin as she wiggled against my body.
“Ford. Yes. It’s… so close. I’m… it’s hap-... yes, Ford. Yes!”
Her body arched into mine and I released her hands. I cloaked the small of her back, pulling her hips closer to me as I buried myself in her dripping pussy. My cock twitched, coating her walls with threads of come that shot from my body. My toes curled into the hardwood floors of my home as her hands gripped my hair.
Her body shook in the palms of my hands. I peeled her from the window and she collapsed into me, nothing but a weightless body spent from a night of passion. My wobbling legs carried her over to the couch so I could lay us down. I slid my cock from her legs and felt our juices sliding from her body onto my skin.
And I enjoyed every second of it.
I laid us down on my plush couch and she curled into me. Her naked body was pressed as deep as she could get as her eyes fluttered closed. I pulled a blanket over us to make sure she was warm, then I took a second to study her face. How her cheeks were flushed with fulfilled desire and her hair was mangled with lust. I brushed it from her face and took in her rounded features, admiring the woman that would become my wife.
“Amelia?”
“Hmm?”
“You can stay here with me, if you’d like,” I said.
“Better get used to it,” she said.
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
I watched her breathing even out as she laid there on my arm. The blanket draped over her curves, accentuating the beautiful swell of her hips. Her warm, wet leg was tossed over mine, falling into the part between my thighs. Her heat blanketed me like a wool winter coat on a cold December night. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She looked peaceful, despite our rocky start.
I bent down and kissed her forehead and she nuzzled into me. She placed her head against my neck, seeking the shelter she craved from a man. I felt strong with her in my arms. I felt wanted with her pressed salaciously against my body. I pressed my cheek against the top of her head, then pulled her even closer, if only to make sure she knew she was safe.
Then I felt something I’d never experienced in my entire life.
I felt my heart flutter in my chest, as my bear said one word.
Mine.