Page 40 of Filthy Commitments
“I might.” I caressed her breast as I gazed into her brown eyes. “If I find one, what should I tell him you want from him?”
“You can tell him that I’m looking for a man I can have fun with, talk to like we’re old friends, do silly things with, and find a love to end all loves.” She put her hand over mine and pulled it down to her sweet spot. “And learn new and exciting ways to please each other.”
“Oh, baby. I know a guy who’d be so right for you. Now, he’s a bit on the brooding selfish side, I hope you can take him with all his flaws and faults. He can be foolish, stubborn, pig-headed…”
She stopped me with a kiss as she pulled her head up off the pillow, “And wonderful too. Mostly, he’s wonderful.”
“You think?” I grinned at her as I moved my hand in a way that would please her. Her clit pulsed under my fingertip.
She nodded. “I do.”
Asia was something else. A woman who could take my heart and run away with it. And I was beginning to let her do just that. Giving into her was easy. The hard part was learning where to draw the lines we both needed. As I kissed her, I moved my body over hers and pressed my cock into her warm recesses. She pulled her legs up, bending her knees. Her hands roamed over my back as we both moaned. There was nowhere better to be than inside of her.
My lips left hers to nuzzle her neck and kiss the soft place behind her ear. Our bodies moved in slow waves, taking us out of our heads to a place we were fast becoming familiar with. A place only she and I could go. Heat radiated off her and I as we began to move faster, the urgency to get to the release was taking us over. The beast inside me grew. The soft kissing wasn’t enough anymore. I bit her between the shoulder and neck as I took her hands and held them down over her head.
She moaned and arched as I pulled back to watch her give me what I wanted. “I want you to give it to me, Asia. Give it all to me.”
Her body was quivering as she looked at me. “Together, Jett. Let’s do this together. I’ll hold back until you’re ready.”
And I knew then exactly what she meant. She’d hold back until I was emotionally ready to be more than what we were. She’d wait, patiently for me to grow the way I needed to. How long would that take, I didn’t know, but I had the sense that she’d wait forever or as long as it took me to become the man she deserved. Thrusting into her soft body, I was acutely aware of how fragile she was and how powerful I was. I had the power to break her, but she had the same power I did.
She could so easily break me.It would be so easy, it scared me.
But as I looked into her eyes. Eyes that held strength I’m sure she had no idea she possessed. I saw the love she had for me. She wouldn’t break me. If she did, she’d hurt herself too. I was safe with her. There was no need for fear. With her, I’d always be safe. And she’d be safe with me. I was about to make sure of that.
My inner demons that focused too much on doubt grew silent as I plunged into her, taking her strength and giving her mine. We needed each other’s strength. I wasn’t her master or her owner. We were equals, with different attributes. Just like a great business, two minds were better than one. There I was, thrusting away, trying my hardest to get to where she was. I wanted to be there with her. I wanted that peace of mind. That serenity of soul, she’d gotten before me.
And just as that thought went through my mind, something inside of her gripped my cock and took me over the edge. She came too, and we both made loud war cries as our bodies converged into something that almost seemed unreal. I fell on top of her, barely able to breathe. We both shook as the orgasms quaked within us. I could feel hers, and she could feel mine. I’d never shared sex so deeply before. Not ever.
It felt as if our souls connected even more strongly than ever before. The fakeness that had brought us together was gone. She wasn’t a woman I had a contract with. She wasn’t my sub or fake wife. But she was mine and I was hers. In that moment, at that time, we were just us. A couple of people who were finding out that we were most likely meant for each other. I found a new part of me and I thought she might’ve found something new, as well.
Once I’d caught my breath, I pulled my head up, my hair damp as it clung to my face. “Hi, I’m Jett Simmons. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”
“Hi there, Jett Simmons. I’m Asia Jones. I think we should date. What do you think?”
“I think that’s a great idea. I’d love nothing more than to call you my girlfriend.”
“K.” She laughed, lightly. “Boyfriend.”
Kissing her again, our deal was sealed. We were normal. A nice normal couple. Not a couple of liars. Not a couple of people in an odd contract. Just a couple.A nice normal couple.
Asia
We spooned as we slept the rest of the evening, all the way through until the next morning. When I opened my eyes, I saw the three rings that were on the nightstand next to me. The weight of the heaviness of those rings were now off. And I very much liked it. Part of me wondered if that was wrong of me. I loved Jett after all. Wearing his ring, even if it was under false pretenses, should feel great, right?
But the way it felt with them off was obvious. It couldn’t be ignored. The feeling was better. I felt light, airy, and normal. Jett’s arm was flung over me, and so was one leg. It was the usual way I’d woken up since the first night we were together. Nothing was different, yet it all seemed different.
His body jerked then he rolled over and stretched as he yawned loudly. “Damn, we slept all night long.”
“We must’ve been very tired.” I turned over so I could see him.
“I think you’re right.” He looked softly at me and kissed the tip of my nose. “Hey, girlfriend.”
“Hey, boyfriend.” I laughed and threw my arm over him then kissed his cheek.
“Aren’t we just too cute!” he said then rolled over and got out of bed. “Let’s get showered, dressed then I’m calling the car to come take us home. I don’t want to see anyone who’ll fuck up our day.”
“I’m with you. You shower then I will.”
