Page 32 of Bray
Until then, she had been too surprised to realize I hadn’t been holding her in position. She’d stayed there on her own. But now she began to turn, so I set a hand on the middle of her upper back.
“I’m glad you’re quiet. That you like to read. Stay home. That you’re watchful. Because I want to sit on our couch and read together. I want your feet in my lap as we sit quietly in front of the fireplace. I want to be home with you. Fucking you. Laughing with you. Making babies.”
“Babies?”
Smack.
“We didn’t use a condom, and I fucked my cum nice and deep into you.”
I hadn’t skipped a condom with the intention of making a baby. No, it was because I wasn’t letting anything come between us. I’d had to take her raw. Bare. If she did get pregnant, and she would soonbased on the amount of times I planned on fucking her, that was just fine by me. Imagining her round and swollen with our baby made my dick ache to be inside her again.
“I want you to watch me, because I sure as hell have watched you since we were kids.”
She stilled at that. So I stepped close, pressed my front to her back.
My nose was in her hair and I breathed in her the lemony scent. “What you don’t understand is that you hold all the power.”
Her fingers tensed against the wall. “What? How?”
I rolled my hips. “Feel that? You do that to me. You make me hard. You have me on my knees, Kitten.”
She shook her head, glanced at me over her shoulder. “That’s crazy.”
“It’s not. You can walk away, Kitten. Leave me broken.”
“You?” she scoffed. “How?”
I’d never said these words before because I never felt this way for anyone else. Ever. “Because you have my heart in your hands. I need you to take care of it.”
She turned then and I let her, although kept her close in, no space.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Really?” she whispered, as if too afraid to say it aloud.
I nodded, then kissed her gently. “Really.”
“You… you–”
“Love you?”
She nodded. Tears filled her eyes again and I sure as hell hoped they were happy tears. They cut me to ribbons.
“Yes. Katherine Camden, I love you. Will you be my Kitten?”
That had her laughing, and tears slid down her cheeks.
“Really?”
“Do you want me to spank your ass some more?”
She shook her head.
“Well?”
“Yes. Yes!” she cried, then launched herself at me and I caught her, lifting her up and her legs wrapped around my waist, somewhat awkwardly with her jeans pushed down below her ass.
