Page 113 of Rare Blend
“Do that again,” I beg with my jaw tight.
She does it again, but this time she rises up higher and instead of slowly easing back, she slams down, and I watch my cock disappear between her legs.
“Just like that,” I praise. “So fucking good.”
As much as I enjoy watching her above me, seeing those full tits of hers bounce as she takes my cock, I need to feel her. I want her on me. I’ve never felt such an intense desire to hold someone against me as I do now. My hands wrap around her lower back, pulling her down to me, and our bodies melt together. Her hair falls like a veil, cocooning us, and I’m enveloped by sweet vanilla.
Her forehead presses against mine. “Ethan,” she whimpers.
I thrust my hips up, filling her deeper, and she shudders, her thighs trembling as they lift.
“Kiss me while you fuck my cock.” I crush my lips to hers, and she moans into my mouth while bouncing her ass and riding me like her body was made to do it.
Heaven. This is pure heaven.
I place a hand between us, circling her clit. Her body jerks at the contact, but I keep my rhythm. “Come all over me, baby. I love your messy pussy. “You take my cock like such a”—thrust—“good”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“girl.”
She loves when I talk to her like this. I can tell by the way her pussy spasms around me every time I tell her something dirty. My filthy girl.
Soon she’s crying out, quaking above me, unintelligible words escaping from her lips as her pussy squeezes around my cock. My own orgasm builds, and for a split second, I’m rational enough to think that I should pull out, birth control or not, it’s probably smarter. But that idea is quickly squashed when she moans, “Fill my pussy up.”
I guess my filthy girl has a mouth on her, too. I’m not one to disobey a direct order, so I do as I’m told and spill every last drop of cum inside of her.
I wake up with long, dark, silky hair brushing against my chest and the woman of my dreams nestled beside me. The warmth of her body is overheating the hell out of me, but I don’t dare move. Not a fucking chance.
She’s completely naked, with the most adorable little snore humming softly out of her. If I could bottle the feeling of this moment and drink it for the rest of my life, I’d be drunk every day. Drunk on Marisa and smiling like a lovesick fool.
Last night was the best sex of my life. After the first round, we showered. I meant to be sweet and wash her, take care of her, but soon her legs were wrapped around my waist and I was fucking her against the glass shower door. After that, Marisa wanted chocolate cake, and I aim to please, so we ordered room service. Somehow, that turned into eating the fudge frosting off her nipples and bending her over the kitchen counter. She told me if we went again, her pussy would be too sore, so I dragged her to bed and massaged her pussy with my tongue until she came, screaming my name.
I should still be fast asleep, but there’s too much adrenaline pumping through me and my dick is as hard as a rock.
Her ass wiggles against me. “How are you hard right now?” she murmurs into the pillows. “That monster should be exhausted.”
“Baby, it hurts my feelings when you call my dick names.”
She giggles, and I pull her closer, nuzzling her neck.
“What time do we have to leave?”
I take a breath. The thought of leaving has me wary, knowing we’ll break the bubble as soon as we do. But we can’t stay here forever and pretend reality doesn’t exist.
“I requested a late check out, so we don’t have to be out of here until three o’clock.”
She nods, peering up at me through her thick lashes. “What happens when we get home? What does this mean?”
I try not to let her use of the wordhomeaffect me, but it still does. The selfish, greedy man in me wants Red Mountain to be her home. I want to be her home.
“How about you’re mine and I’m yours, and we take it one day at a time?”
“Okaayyy,” she says, with a smile on her face. “I like the sound of that.” Her eyes shift, looking away and then back to me. “Not to sound juvenile, but would that make you my boyfriend?”
Boyfriend. Fiancé. Husband. Baby daddy.I want every label in the damn book.
I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Yeah. As long as that means you’re my girlfriend. Because in case it’s not explicitly clear, I don’t share.”
Her smile widens, and her cheeks flush a light pink. “I’m all yours.”
We stay in bed for the next few hours, exploring each other’s bodies, a mess of tangled limbs. But this time, when I take her, I go slow, savoring her. I make gentle love to her body, worshiping her the way she deserves.
