Page 27 of Justice for Daesha

His lips pressed to the little furry strip on her mound, he whispered against her skin, “God, baby, that was incredible. What do you want now, Daesha? Tell me, babe. What now?”

She gave one last little tug on his hair and whispered, “I need you inside me. Please?”

His. She was his. “Are you on the?”

“Condoms in the nightstand,” she said and pointed.

He chuckled. “Do this often?”

“No, but hoping to do it often after tonight.”

“Oh, yeah. I think that’s a doable thing,” he said, ripping the foil open and rolling it on. Before he pressed himself into her, he looked down at her.

Her hair was a mess, her eyelids heavy with desire, and her lips barely parted. Gazing down the length of her body, he saw everything a man could want. What hedidn’tsee was a crippled woman. Instead, he saw his warrior princess, the woman who had come for his heart with a mighty sword and taken it right out of his chest. He’d thought she was finally his.

But he was wrong, and he knew it. He was hers. Being hers, being with her, was all that mattered, and it wasn’t even the sex. It was the closeness, the shared space, the intimacy between them, the talking and baring of souls. God, he wanted her, but he wantedallof her, not just her body. Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.

“I love you.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and for the first time ever, Amos saw his future there. “I love you too, Amos. I’ve been waiting for you and you’re finally here.”

When he drove his hardness into her, she cried out, and AmosDavid Fletcher had never heard anything so beautiful in his life. His hands caressed under and around her breasts, and he could honestly say he’d never seen finer tits anywhere. All the things she saw as flaws in herself only enhanced her beauty in his eyes, and he longed for a way to make her see herself the way he saw her. Pumping into her slowly, he watched as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and gasped with pleasure. He bent over her and kissed the side of her neck, his fingers and thumbs tweaking her nipples, and she dropped her head and kissed him again, wrapping her hands around the sides of his neck and holding him there. When he lifted her thighs and pressed them upward against her chest so his cock could reach deeper into her, his fingers wrapped over the end of her stump and he let them caress it gently.

He lasted longer than he’d thought he would, and it was primarily because he was concentrating on her and not on himself. Lasting forever would’ve been good, but he hoped he could at least bring her to climax while he was inside her. That would be amazing. Ramping up his strokes, he listened to her breathing grow shallower, and he lifted her ass to give the head of his cock a better chance of rubbing her G-spot. Maybe all those women over all those years served a purpose, to leave him confident enough in his sexual abilities to not have to think about them and instead concentrate onmaking love. Amos wasn’t sure he’d ever made love before. If this was truly lovemaking, he was pretty sure he hadn’t, because it was so much more than anything he’d ever experienced before.

She tensed under him, and he felt the walls of her channel contract. That was his cue to speed up, and he did, stroking twice as fast as he had been. She’d started to cry out with every stroke, and he was hopeful. They were headed in the right direction, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out as his balls drew up tight and he fought the inevitable.

But there was no fighting it. It was coming, literally, and he was just along for the ride. And just before he reached that pinnacle, he felt it.

Every muscle in her sex clamped down and she screamed out, “Oh, god, Amos, fuck me!” There was no resolve left. Amos felt the skin on his cock tighten just a little more and in seconds, the condom was full as she bucked against him, her hands pressed into his pecs. He gave three or four more hard thrusts to make sure he was finished before he fell on top of her and wrapped his arms around and under her, cupping her ass cheeks.

He sighed into her hair. There was no denying it?he was in love with DaeshaWilkerson. “Oh, baby,” he whispered. “God, that was so fucking amazing.”

He felt her nod against his shoulder. “Yeah. It was. I’ve never felt like that before, Amos. I haven’t, I swear.”

“Neither have I.”

“But the ‘flavor of the week’…”

“None of them could hold a candle to you, babe.” Rolling them to their sides, he swept a strand of hair from her face and kissed her lips lightly, then smiled. “Nobody,nobody, can hold a candle to my warrior princess.” The smile she gave him was shy and wanton at the same time, and it made his heart sing. “I love you, Daesha. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“I love you too. I don’t get it. How has this happened so fast? I mean, we haven’t even known each other a week, but?”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “My mother always told me when it was right, I’d know it, and I’d know it immediately. I knew when I saw you at the wedding that you were the one. And then, of course, I thought I was losing my mind.” He grinned. “Turned out to be the sanest thought I’ve ever had.”

She kissed his chin and then snuggled under it. “I wanted to do it again, but I have this feeling I’m going to be really sore tomorrow.”

“I have a feeling you will be too. Let’s get cleaned up and get some rest. Morning will come early for you, and I’ve got a horse to brush down.”

“Is it wrong that I don’t want you to pull out of me?” she asked, her voice a little on the whiny side.

He laughed loudly. “Nope. And I don’t want to. But I don’t think we can get to the bathroom locked together like this.”

She snickered. “Yeah, probably not.”

“Okay. Meet you back here in a minute?”

She nodded and smiled. “You know it!”

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