Page 19 of Bodyguard Crush
Her mouth smashes against mine, and I reach between us, taking myself in hand and holding steady. She moves her hips over mine and lowers herself down on me. My tip presses against her entrance and slowly slides inside.
My soul leaves my body. I go completely limp, unable to move. All I can do is revel in this feeling of her sliding down my dick. She’s hot and so fucking tight. It’s like I’ve stuck it in a vise. My hands move to her hips, and I pull her down the rest of the way as I look up at her. Her eyes are glued to mine, and her lips are parted as a loud moan escapes her.
“Oh God,” she cries out.
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He feels so good inside me. He’s the largest I’ve ever been with. He’s long, rock hard, and so wide I had trouble fitting him into my mouth. I froze the moment he entered me. I stretched around him in ways I’ve never been stretched before. Pain mixed with pleasure in that instant, and I couldn’t do anything but freeze as I let my body adjust to his size. His hands found my hips, and he pulled me farther down his length. I let out a loud moan as that cocktail inside me grew to be even stronger. When he had nothing left to give and I was fully seated on him, he stilled along with me.
Now here we are, connected as one, but neither of us moves. My eyes are on his, his are on mine, and I feel as if a war is raging inside my body. The lower half of my body wants to move—she’s greedy and wants more—but the upper half says to stop, to enjoy this moment when we become one. And even more than that, something about this feels final. I know there’s no going back, no forgetting what we’re doing here, but the thing is…I don’t want to. At this moment, I can see it all, our whole future together.
The stalker gets caught and arrested, and I never have a problem with him again. Hollywood falls away with me never returning. Instead, I stay here in this fortress I’ve built for myself. Only, I’m not lonely. No, I’m with him. He’s my forever. We fall even more deeply in love. We get married. We take vacations and trips, and we venture into town where we drink, and we dance. We explore the world around us together, never having to maintain careers or worry about bills. After a few years of enjoying every minute of one another, we get pregnant. We will build our future with love, children, laughter, and perfect memories. We watch our children grow, and as they do, we fall even more in love. And when the time comes that we have to retire from this earth, we’ll go together, moving into whatever afterlife is out there where our souls will be reunited as one. He’s my soul mate. I can feel it, and now I understand it. That’s why I haven’t been able to resist him. He’s my other half, created only for me.
My hands are on his chest, supporting my weight as my mind finds its way back to my body. I’m finally able to move, and I lift my hips upward, then fall down on his length again. It feels like he goes even deeper inside me, and my head falls back as a fire lights in my belly. Every time I push him inside me, it’s like stirring a fire, and embers flutter up into the air, settling around my body and lighting every nerve ending until I’m burning from the inside out.
I rock forward and back, grinding my clit against him. My nipples harden as my release begins to rise. His hands tighten on my hips, and he moves me faster and faster until my release can rise no higher. It shatters and breaks and drowns me in passion and pleasure. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but ride out this wave. My toes go numb, and the tingle begins to climb up my legs. My head starts to swim from lack of oxygen, and every part of my body feels alive, like he’s somehow touching every spot on me all at once.
Collapsing against him, I suck in a deep breath. My body begins to fall from its high. That’s when he rolls us over and puts me beneath him. His mouth smashes against mine as he thrusts inside me again. A whimper leaves my lips as he rocks against me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “God, you feel so good.”
I lace my fingers into his dark hair, and I pull his mouth back to mine. I kiss him hard and deep, and I swear he twitches inside me. After that twitch, his hips start to move faster, his thrusts go deeper, and without even realizing my orgasm was building again, I’m pushed right over the edge. My body erupts in flames and tingles once again, and his hips only continue to move faster. They become erratic as I moan into his mouth and ride out every last wave, and then he shudders and fills me with everything he has. His body slows to a stop on top of me, and our kiss breaks as I hold him to me. My heart is racing, my lungs pumping double their normal speed, the heat in my body begins to settle in all the right places, and then I realize there is no coming back from this. He’s mine, and I’m his. Forever.
After several long minutes of catching our breath and letting our bodies settle, he withdraws from me and lies beside me on the floor. The wine I’ve been drinking since before my shower leaves my head feeling foggy, and it’s only now that I notice how much of a buzz that wine has given me. I’m not so sure I would’ve said the things I said without it. For once, I do regret letting my mouth run from drinking. This time it didn’t hurt me. It saved me.
I roll onto my side and wrap my arm and leg around him. He lifts his arm and lays it under my head, holding me to him. I breathe him in deeply, enjoying his fresh and clean but woodsy scent. “That was…” I breathe out. “Amazing.”
He lets out a chuckle. “That was more than amazing. That was…” He takes a moment to think it over. “Life-changing. If my body hadn’t given out, I’d still be inside you,” he says as his arms encircle me. He rolls to his side, putting us face-to-face. “However, I realize I can no longer use you as a job reference. I can’t have all my clients thinking that this is in my job description.”
I can’t help but giggle.
The room grows quiet, and it seems we’re both just comfortable lying here on the floor of my office, completely naked and holding one another in front of the fire. I think about everything that it took to get us here, and it blows my mind that something so good could come from something so bad. A shiver runs through me, and he rubs his hands up and down my back in an attempt to warm me.
“Come on, let’s get you warmed up,” he says, pulling away. I instantly feel colder. To my surprise, he bends and swoops me up into his arms. I let out a giggle at the excitement, and he carries me through the room and out into the hallway toward the stairs.
“There’s no staff here, right?”
“No. They’re all gone for the night.”
“Good. Didn’t want to scare any of them.”
He carries me to my room and sets me gently on my bed. His lips brush against my forehead, and then he stands up like he’s going to leave. I sit up and catch his arm.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
He looks down at me, confused. “To my room. Unless—?”
“Stay,” I say, cutting him off.
He almost looks relieved when he lets a long breath out of his mouth. He nods and crawls across the bed, taking his place next to my side. He gets beneath the blankets, and I curl up against him. His strong arms encircle me and hold me tight. I’ve never felt more safe, warm, or loved in all my life. I realize that just because we had sex doesn’t mean he loves me, but I can feel the warmth coming off him that tells me that if he doesn’t love me, he’s falling just as much in love with me as I am him. Not that I would admit it out loud or get him to. It’s too soon for any of that. Right now, I just want to enjoy the time we have together. I look at his face and see that he’s just staring at the ceiling with a smile.
“Why are you smiling?” I ask, running the tips of my fingers up and down the middle of his chest, from his collarbones to his belly button.
“I just can’t believe I’m here,” he says, bringing his eyes to mine.
I return his smile. “Why not? You were the one who kept running off. This could’ve happened a lot sooner.”
