Chapter 16 Mine

His soft lips wander down my neck to the edge of my shoulder as he nudges the fabric of my dress aside to taste my skin in the most reverent way. When his fingers around my hip twist in the fabric of my dress, a soft mewl escapes my lips and my knees falter. How can he be so gentle and rough at the same time? How can his touch set my skin ablaze with the ghost of a kiss on my shoulder?

I begin to turn to face him but his arms tighten to stop me. "No. Stay like this."

I'm not sure why he wants it, but I turn back to the window and look out at the city lights, my chest tightening as my skin anticipates his touch.

His mouth continues its trek down my arm, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place.

His hands leave my hips and he brushes my hair away. I bite my lip as he works the zipper of my dress down and the fabric loosens. He's going frustratingly slow and I want to touch him, but he's asked me to do this for some reason so I'm going with it.

He kisses down my back as he lowers the dress and slips it off my arms. I step out and now I'm only wearing a champagne silk bra and panties and my taupe wedge heels. I'm not sure if anyone can see me standing half-naked at the window. The other apartments all seem to have closed windows, but there's nothing to stop someone looking in from their balcony.

"Hands on the glass." His husky command vibrates on my skin and my hands move to the window of their own will. How could I refuse Foster anything he wants? "Good."

The glass is cold and hard compared to the soft heat at my back. His hands skim from my ankles, up the outside of my thighs. When he reaches my hips, he pulls them back and uses one foot to push my legs wider. This transfers my weight to my arms and I'm basically doing a push up on the window.

I feel exposed and vulnerable but also revered and sexy with his hands and eyes caressing me. No one has ever taken time or care with me before. It's always groping and trying to score with the guys I've dated. This is different in so many ways.

"You're gorgeous, Mila."

I drop my head and feel the warmth of his words. He's being so honest and I love that he sees me that way.

"I've waited so long for this. I want to take my time." His front is against my back again and I feel his hard dick press between my butt cheeks. His hands glide up and caress my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples, making them pebble into hard nubs .

"You're driving me crazy, Foster." I wiggle my butt to encourage him to move faster, but he's calling on his self-control again. It's sexy and annoying at the same time.

"Relax," he whispers in my ear.

With a slow breath, I release the tension in my body and just enjoy the feel of his closeness. "Good." He pulls the fabric of my bra cups down, exposing my naked breasts to the cool air and the window. At this point, I'm so desperate for him to touch me, I don't care if anyone is watching.

His mouth moves to my neck, one hand toys with a nipple and the other slides flat down my navel to the top of my panties. He stops and stares at our reflection in the glass. I hold my breath as he slowly wiggles his fingers under the fabric and makes tiny circles with the tips. This is absolute beautiful torture. When he touches my clit for the first time, a tremor rocks through me, and I let out a noisy breath of the air I'd been holding.

His palm pushes my pelvic bone back onto his dick. He's hard and wanting and grinding up on me in a way that draws a long deep moan from the back of my throat.

"Shh." His teeth tug at my ear and his hot breath sends a shiver down my spine.

He chuckles and slants his head over my shoulder to steal a hot, wet kiss. I twist my neck as far as I can to make contact with his lips.

"How's Henry's hearing?" I ask between our lips .

"Not great." He smirks and kisses my cheek.

"Will he wake up?"

His soft laugh puffs in my ear. "No."

"Okay." I trust him on that and I'm glad I don't have to try to be quiet.

"God, I missed you." When his fingers drill in, I let the cry escape from the back of my throat.

I lower my hand and reach back to palm his giant cock. He responds with a guttural groan.

"Keep your hands on the glass. A little longer. I almost have you memorized."

Reluctantly, I put my hand back on the glass and arch my hips to maximize the contact.

His lips return to mine over my shoulder. His kiss is more needy now. Wanting and drawing from me like he's drinking me in.

With his hand working magic on my clit, the other crosses my body and holds me up. He pinches my nipple between thumb and forefinger and twists.

"God!" A sweet pain zings from his fingers to my clit. I can't take much more of this. "Please, Foster." My neck is aching trying to get deeper into the kiss. I'm soaking wet between my legs. He needs to do something fast .

"First come like this. I'll watch you in the reflection. Come on my fingers. Let me hear you. Let me see you." His fingers glide over my clit in a tantalizing oval. He knows exactly how to touch me to make me fly.

He keeps up the pressure on my nipple and clit and I'm gone. I can't look at the view or our reflection because my eyes close and my head falls back. From deep at the base of my spine, a torrent of pressure washes through me and bursts up through my body, forcing a loud gasp from my mouth.

I vaguely feel him biting my neck and mumbling "Yes, beautiful, yes," and his hips grinding into my ass. We're almost doing it standing up, except he still has his clothes on and I still have my panties.

I fall forward as my elbows and knees give out, but he's catching me. I'm spinning in the air and on my back on the bed. We still don't have much privacy through the window, but I'm well beyond caring about that. I'm on fire for my Foster and all modesty is out the window, literally.

He draws his wallet from his pants, fishes out a condom, and undresses in front of me in the sexiest striptease I've ever seen. I strip off my undies and spread my legs. I'm wet and sensitive and aching for him. When he returns to me clad in a condom, our bodies fit together like we're meant to be. He's hot and hard and greedy on top of me. He teases the tip of his cock over my clit but I cant my hips, trying to force his cock down to my opening .

Then we're flipping and I find myself on top of him, looking down in shock at his chiseled body. My fingers trail over the bumps of his abs. My turn to memorize. His confident hands lift my hips up to his mouth. His hand pushes my back forward and my hands brace me on the bed. Again he has me in a push up position, but I don't care because his mouth is connecting with my clit and he's devouring me. He keeps up his hot wet assault until I'm about to come again. He stops and I moan as he pushes me back down. My face is close to his again and we fall into a desperate kiss.

We both groan loudly as he slides inside and fills me up.

"So wet. So tight. Fuck!" He slams me down on his dick as he thrusts up from below. We crash together in a delicious rub.

He paces each stroke at first, turning his head to the side and slightly spreading his lips like he's in rapture.

As another climax brews inside me, he kicks it up to high speed and he's slamming me up and down, filling me and then sliding out again. The sweat between our bodies provides slick lube and I love that he's finally let go of his self-control. His primal instincts come out like when he fights and he's totally honestly himself.

My orgasm builds and bursts from deep in my soul with a loud grunt. He looks me in the eye as he pushes and tugs my hips how he wants them. I'm still riding the wave of my orgasm when his head falls back, his hands squeeze into my hips and he drives up deep inside. So deep I can feel it in my heart. He groans long and rough through it and I force my eyes open so I can take it all in.

We're both breathing loud and heavy as I collapse on top of him. He rolls me to my back and kisses my ear, all the while keeping our connection and slowly stroking to drag every last drop of my orgasm out of me. Finally, I shiver and sigh as it leaves me.

"Holy shit. You're phenomenal, my Mila."

My Mila .

He pulls out and lays next to me with his hand over my waist and his face near my neck. He didn't even get up to toss the condom, but I don't care. I love this moment with him in his bed. I'm his Mila. He's claimed me in an honest, natural way and it's pure bliss.

When I open my eyes and look over his shoulder, my hand rests on the sea serpent twining around the sculpted muscles of his back.

Everything we were has blended into something unfamiliar, untried, and completely preordained. If this is love, I can't comprehend how anyone can deny it or leave it to wither. It's like a precious artifact to be esteemed and protected. Soon, we'll have to share this with the outside world, but for right now, Foster and I can hoard this moment and harvest the memories for later. Maybe someday we'll have a bookshelf and a hardback book with a tattered gray-and-yellow slipcover .

My childhood bracelet slips down my wrist, reminding me of his sweet confession about getting thrown in the pool. There's been something on my mind I've wanted to tell him since he showed up at my birthday.

"You didn't have to change for me," I say in a lazy tone.

"Hmm?" The tenderness in his olive eyes warms my tummy.

"This apartment. A suit. Befriending my dad. I wanted you without all this."

He squeezes my hip and doesn't reply. After a minute he props his head up and looks me in the eye. "No matter how we got here. You're mine now. Not losing you again."

I nod and he kisses me, sealing the deal. I'll take it. I'm happy to be his.

***

The next morning, we share a quiet breakfast together with lots of sweet touches, smiles, and kisses. After breakfast, he hands me a small box. "This is a new phone for you."

I take it and turn it over in my hands. "For me?"

"For us. I'm the only one who has the number. You use it for me only. If anything happens, you need me, I'm here."

I like that he was thinking of me, even before last night when I came over. "Okay, thank you. "

I kiss him on the lips. "I should get back now."

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asks.

"I'll find a way," I reply.

"Good."