Chapter Twenty-Four – Nixon

My eyes must be deceiving me. I can't believe she's standing right in front of me. Close enough to touch. To treasure.

To love.

I almost say the words I've felt almost from the first time I saw her. But I can wait. First, I want to worship her body the Nixon way. The way I've wanted to ever since our ridiculous separation. There will be time for declarations for the rest of our lives.

With Marcella beside me, it feels like I've been reborn. Like we're creating something from the burned out ashes of what used to be before we met. Each of us leaving the torturous ghosts of our pasts behind so we can forge a future together.

"I can't believe we spent so much time apart," I say, reaching for her.

"I know. I think we both have stubborn streaks."

"Streaks?" I question with a tight laugh. "More like raging infernos of wanting to be right so bad it hurts swirling through our bodies. It will be something we'll need to be aware of and communicate the moment we realize it's happening. Because I want something from you, Marcella Castillo. More than your body, more than your heart, even more than your soul."

She looks at me through narrowed eyes, and I know she's wondering what I'm about to say. It's the ultimate promise, and it's all for her. "What more could there be?"

"I want forever."

She flings herself forward and into my arms. I stroke her hair, mumbling things about safety, protection, and respect. Marcella slides her hands alongside my jawline and presses her thumbs against my lips. "Those are man things, Nixon. They're great, but they're not what a woman wants to hear."

"They're not?" I can't even imagine how I would feel if I didn't get the respect I've earned and deserve. I make her wait it out a few more seconds before I hold her tight. After kissing her lips, I lift her up until her petite body is eye level with mine.

"I love you. I think I've loved you from the moment I saw you on my casino floor, all five foot two of feisty and pissed female perfection. I knew I had to have you. I've made some mistakes because I'm an idiot who's never been in love before. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to handle myself. What I can promise is that I'll try to do better this day and every day for the rest of our lives. Because you inspire me to be a better man."

Tears form in her expressive eyes, and in that moment, I realize that honesty will always be the best policy with this woman. I can be vulnerable with her and tell the truth because she's my safe place to fall.

She kisses me softly, her fingers running through my hair. "I love you, too, Nixon. So much. Now, show me how much you love me."

I growl and throw her back down on my bed before ripping her panties off in one yank. The rip of the fabric doesn't piss me off, it delights me. I'll just buy her some more. In fact, if I want to rip every single pair of underwear she owns off her body to expose her sweet pussy to my eyes and mouth, that's what I'll do. Because I can.

Gripping her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the bed and hold them open to my hungry gaze. She's mine. All fucking mine, and it's about time she knows it. I stare down at her exposed pussy, relishing the glistening wetness.

Her eyes are shut, but that's not acceptable. Not anymore. Even though she's still an innocent in so many ways, I can train her to be so much more.

"Look at me, Marcella," I demand, staring at her gorgeous face until her eyes flutter open. "I want you to know something. Really know it in the depths of your soul. Even though I'm glad I'm the only man you've ever been with, I wouldn't care if there had been a hundred before me. You belong to me. I'm going to be the first and the last man to ever touch you."

She doesn't even hesitate when she answers, "Yes."

I drop to my knees after her admission, leaning in and taking in the heat and scent of my woman. She's bare, and I want her to know how much I love it. She needs to keep it this way.

"I love that you have no hair," I say, rubbing my cheek against her.

"I like the way it feels." She squirms under my touch. "Like I have a secret that only two people will know about. Me and you."

"You're even perfect here," I say, placing a kiss on her inner thigh. "I can't find one flaw in your beauty."

Her hand moves to her stomach and she starts to protest, but I give a little swat to her leg. That's not acceptable, and it stops now. I'll never see a flaw on her body. Ever. Not after we're blessed with children. Not after we're old and gray. Someday, she'll believe me when I tell her she's perfection in my eyes. And I can start right now with the way I look at her. The way I touch her. She'll know.

Instead of telling her again, I just lean in and lick her with a slow and lazy swipe of my tongue. Her unique taste explodes in my mouth, and I savor it as her body jerks in response. My hands on her thighs tighten, digging into her tender flesh. I want her open to me. All of her. There's nothing she can hide from me. Not anymore.

"Nixon," she moans, writhing underneath the weight of my hands and mouth. I let her. I want her soft and hot at the same time. I want her begging.

My tongue picks up speed when I sense she's close, sliding across her swollen clit, dipping down and then back up again. I can't get enough of her. I want to taste every single crevice.

"Please…" she begs, her hips bucking upward, bringing her even closer. I latch on to her clit, sucking it into my mouth as she jerks, coming all over my lips. I take it all in, every single ounce of her release because I caused it. It's mine. Just like she is. And I'm not through.

I rain slow kisses on her thighs again, letting her recover. But only for a few seconds. Starting with those same slow, lazy licks, it doesn't take long until her passion builds again. Savoring her taste will become my heaven, and I can't get enough. I tease her until she begs again. Once I have what I want, I let her come, relishing the way her whole body jerks against my mouth.

As she comes down again, I hit the switch on the remote and send all the shades up, flooding the bedroom with light. I want her to see me. And if she thinks she's going to keep her eyes shut again, she won't get away with it. She owns me, body and soul.

"What are you doing?" she asks, moving to cover herself.

I walk over to the bed, toss the remote on the nightstand, and grab both wrists, holding them above her head. "Keep them up there," I say, spearing her with my gaze the same way I'm about to spear her with my cock. "I want to see every inch of you, and I want you to see every inch of me. Nothing will ever stand between us again. Even the light. Because you've chased away all my darkness, Marcella. You can't even begin to know what that means."

I strip off every item of clothing I'm wearing in a rush and throw them in a pile on the floor. Under normal circumstances, I'd at least toss the designer garb on the back of a chair to avoid the dry cleaner, but I don't give a shit about anything else but Marcella. It's her and me and our love. Even rational thought isn't welcome now.

Her eyes move over my every muscle, and for the first time, I'm proud of my body and my efforts in my private gym. Before, working out was an inane task I forced myself to do, but Marcella's heated gaze makes every rep at high weights worthwhile. Hell, I might even increase the sessions with my trainer if she continues to look like she wants to devour me. I raise my eyebrows when her eyes fall on my stiff cock.

"Is that for me?" she teases, her eyes softening into deep chocolate pools.

I chuckle and stroke myself a few times, feeling the blood rush to the surface, making me harder than ever before. "Only for you."

She licks her lips. "Good, because I've got some place for you to store it."

I laugh. My little virgin is turning into a vixen, and I love it. I love everything about her.

"You do?"

She blushes and nods her head slowly up and down, and despite her embarrassment, her legs fall open in welcome.

I growl. "You're driving me crazy. When you stare at me like that, it makes me want to come." My voice sounds heated, strangled, and I hope she knows what she does to me. I slide up her body and take her lips, feeling her legs wrap around me. "In fact, every single time you fuck me with your eyes it makes me want to explode."

I stroke her glorious hair as it fans out against the pillow, a stark contrast to the white. It's so silky, I could spend an entire day touching it. Heat radiates off her body, and I can smell her desire. With the taste of her pussy still on my lips, I feel like I'll go insane if I can't be inside her soon.

I move my hands to her breasts, kneading and lifting her nipples to my lips. I can't get enough. Every damn inch of her skin tastes so good. Her straining peaks harden as I bite and suck as her hands fall to my back. Even though it feels right, she's not following directions.

"Put them back where I told you to, and don't defy me again."

Reluctantly, she puts them back over her head. I'm amazed at how much she trusts me. And she should because I'll never betray her. She's my everything. "But—"

"No buts, woman. This is about you. There's an entire lifetime for you to touch me. Let me do this for you."

She strains to do what I say, but I can see the doubt in her eyes. "Nixon, I don't think I can come anymore. It's too much."

"I haven't even begun, angel." I move my hand between her legs and delight in the moist heat that greets my caress. "You'll come when I tell you."

Pushing her knees back, I glide the thick ridge of my cock across her clit, teasing her until I see that rosy flush on her skin that I love so much. She's writhing underneath the pleasure only I can give her. My dick strains and throbs, aching to impale her. Her eyes flutter closed.

"Open your eyes, Marcella," I command. "Look at my cock and beg me."

"Please, Nixon," she pleads, as I slide it back and forth through her wet heat. "Please, I want you inside me."

"That's not good enough," I say, wanting to get her used to naughty talk between us. Nothing held back.

"What do you want my cock to do to you?"

She licks her lips. "I want you to put that huge cock inside me. I want you to fuck me." She never loses eye contact even as her body thrashes against the mattress, overflowing with need.

"That's my girl."

With one powerful thrust, I'm seated inside her. Her wet pussy throbs and contracts around me and I have to struggle not to blow my load right then and there. I wonder if this ache inside me that only she can ease will ever lessen. Probably not. Her pussy's perfection. Like only our bodies were made to be tied together this way.

I lean down, kissing her lips, wanting to be closer, wanting every part of me to be attached to her. It's like I can't get close enough. I stay still, waiting. Once I'm confident I won't come too soon, I begin to move. Her hands are still above her head. I smile. She's obeying me, and she's about to be rewarded.

Reaching between us, I thumb her clit, trying to coax her to another strong release. I know the longer we hold back, the better it will be. That's what I want for her. For me. Fireworks. An explosion of pleasure so spectacular it rivals the Fourth of July. After a few easy strokes, I feel her pussy clench, and the throbbing in my cock increases.

Marcella's hips move, reaching toward the ceiling, asking for more. I give her every part of me as I collide our bodies together, thrusting hard and deep. My thumb on her clit picks up the pace, and her internal muscles clenching on my cock become so damn incredible, stars appear before my eyes.

"That's it, my angel. I want to feel your sweet pussy taking what it wants." I want her to come all over me. My hand, my mouth, my cock. I want to own every ounce of her pleasure and lock it away. Because I've claimed her, and it's mine.

I take her lips in a deep kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth as she writhes, wild in her release. I ingest every moan, swallowing her orgasm. I want to take on every single emotion she feels, every single nuance of her body, and every single breath she breathes.

When her pussy clamps down on my cock, I cry out and follow her over the cliff. I thrust into her one last time, holding myself deep as waves of pleasure cause every cell in my body to spasm. It's never been so strong, and my balls draw up tight, filling her pussy. I realize I didn't grab a condom in my haste to have her, and I don't give a shit. Marcella would look even more beautiful with her belly swollen with my baby.

I break our kiss and rest my forehead against hers as I cling to her body and cherish the afterglow. I feel spent but energized at the same time. I can't believe this is going to be my life. From where I started to where I am today is like night and day. I didn't really exist until the day I saw her on my casino floor. Marcella Castillo has turned me into a better man. The man my folks would be proud to call son, especially my dad.