20. Holy

CHAPTER 20

Holy

I hadn't meant to leave her alone for so long. I should have been here hours ago, but I had some shopping to do, and when I couldn't find the exact set I wanted, I wasn't willing to settle.

I finally found the perfect rings for both of us in a little boutique in Harlem. I knew Della wouldn't want diamonds; she likes the intricate and unique, so I went on the hunt for wedding bands that had small black and pink rhodonite stones that represent love and commitment.

As I park outside the cabin, the wind has picked up, and I smell rain in the air. The lights are on, and I wonder if she's awake or passed out.

I make it to the porch just as the rain starts, a small trickle to start out before moving on to heavier drops. Peering through the door's window, I spot Della passed out on the couch, wearing a tank top and small-ass shorts. In this instant, I'd like nothing more than to take her to bed and ravish her.

I've held off since she came home because I've been worried about causing more harm than good. After her stunt today, insisting on leaving the house without me, I recognize how not showing her how much I love and need her has done precisely what I've worried about.

Quietly unlocking the door, I enter and bolt it behind me. Malice and I spent a lot of time fixing this place back up before I brought Della here again. It's nice to see it looking like new again. After closing the blinds, I shut off the lights and pick Della up to carry her to our room.

Staring down at the woman I plan to love forever, I admire her beauty. The tiny freckles under her eyes and across her nose, the indent from a dimple in her cheek. The cute button nose that makes me want to nibble on her. Full, plush lips that I love kissing.

This woman owns me in ways I never would have accepted from anyone else. Slipping out the pocketknife I keep with me, I don't hesitate to slice through her clothes to remove them. After stripping off my own, I close the bedroom door and grab the rings from my pants pocket. Slipping mine on, I do hers next before grabbing the shredded remnants of her top and gently tying her hands to the headboard.

She moans as I stroke a finger across her nipple before doing the same to the other one. Moving down her body, I suck one of the buds into my mouth and grin when she moans at my possession. Even in sleep, she recognizes my touch. Arching into me, I switch nipples and use my hands to open her legs.

Crawling between her thighs, I don't know if I want to feast on or fuck my woman. The temptation for both is too great to choose, so I stare and watch as she grows wetter by the second. She's not awake, and yet her body knows I'm here. It eagerly awaits me to do as I like.

What I'd like is to fuck her until we're both in so much pain we snap like lightning-struck branches and break the world around us.

Deciding to wake her, I lean forward and lightly tug on her nipple with my teeth until I sense the stirrings of her awakening. Sucking the turgid peek into my mouth, her gasp is music to my ears.

"Holy," she groans. "More, please." I love it when she begs. Biting down on her nipple, I tug and twist until she arches into me for relief. "You tied me up." The sound of her whimpers enthralls me.

"I did." Staring up at her, I kiss my way down her body, stopping to lick her belly button. Furthering my exploration, I hold her thighs wide with my hands gripping her flesh, leaving indents as I lean down to kiss her pussy. "Delicious," I whisper.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, she cries out, and a warm shiver of pleasure shakes me to my core. Tonguing the hard button, I bite the tender flesh between suckles. I watch her head shake from side to side as I treat her little cunt to a bath of licks and bites that make her writhe, shaking the entire bed.

For all my experience with women, none of it was as an adult, and I'm learning I really enjoy making Della cry out in ecstasy. Her tears are fuel to my lust, and I want nothing more than to have her screaming for me while simultaneously begging me to stop.

Licking across her clit once more, I climb back up her body and slant my lips over hers. "I love you so much it fucking hurts, Della." She whines into my mouth and lifts her legs to cradle me against her.

Slowly fucking her mouth with my tongue, I guide my length to her wet heat as I push the head into her vise-like hole, and we both lose our breath when I thrust in hard all at once. Bracing myself with my arms on either side of her head, I maintain eye contact with Della, needing to see her through this.

Her whimpering cries spur me on as I bottom out inside her. "Hold me tight," I grunt, very animal-like, as I rut inside of her. She pushes into each thrust, and I can't hold on anymore. Leaning down, I bite and suck at her perfect flesh, needing to mark her as mine.

Gripping her body with the power to leave bruises, I feel her heart expanding with love. I feel her pleasure seeping into my body like it's my own, and I know I won't last much longer.

Grinding against her clit, she cries my name as her pussy ripples around me. Holding me in such a hard grip that I must force myself to slide in and out. Looking into her eyes, hooded with desire, I whisper, "You're going to fucking take us both over, and I'm not fucking ready."

She leans up and nips my lip, murmuring, "Fuck me through it and start again." Christ.

Her delicate whimpers as she attempts to hold back her orgasm are my undoing. "Fucking come with me, Del. Soak me with your pleasure and take all of me in your ripe little womb." Fuck, what the hell am I saying? I'm not ready for kids. We haven't even talked about it, but I'll be fucked if it doesn't set us both off so we come in unison, and I get lost in the feel of her cunt soaking up every ounce of semen shooting through my dick.

"Fuck, I love you, Del, more than you'll ever know."

"I love you too, Holy." Her love washes me in its light until I nearly pass out from how glorious it feels to mean so much to someone.

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"Baby, Della, Del, fuckkkkk." Groaning as I bottom out in her tight little asshole, I can't fucking breathe. I've not been able to stop fucking Della all night. It shouldn't be possible, but my dick won't go down.

The sun is rising now, and when I asked her if I could take her ass a little while ago, she wiggled the delectable treat at me and bent over the side of the couch after we'd grabbed some water.

Her wrists are bound behind her back, and her eyes are closed as I thrust so forcefully the couch moves. "Harder, Holy," she keeps begging me like a whore. As someone who did this for a living, it pisses me off, but she knows this, and it's why she does it because I do fuck harder.

Painfully so.

"You're such a bad girl, Del, taunting me like that." She grins at me and gasps as I slam inside her slight body again.

"Yes, right there!" Her cries fill the cabin as I pinch her clit, and she sails into oblivion. I follow a minute after, pulling out to see her ass take my cum and watch it slide down into her slit. "Fuck, that's an erotic sight," I grunt, sliding my hand up and down my dick to get it all out. Rubbing the leftovers into her skin, I slip a couple of fingers into her pussy and rub her g-spot until she's screaming and creaming all over me.

"Stop, Holy, stop, please!" Della's begging is the cherry on top. I wring one more out of her, enjoying the tears on her cheeks because she's so fucking sensitive.

Spinning her around, I lift her up and carry her to the shower. "Sorry, baby, but those orgasms of yours are highly addicting."

"Whatever," she grumbles into my throat, too wrung out to move as we step into the water spray. "Still can't believe you didn't even ask." I grin as she taps her fingers against my back.

"Would you have had another answer other than yes?" Leaning her against the wall, I begin to wash her hair as she closes her eyes.

"No."

"Stop complaining, then."

"I'm not. Just pointing out the obvious." She hides her amusement outwardly, but the emotion buzzes between us.

"I know, baby. Big wedding, though." She lifts one eyelid to watch me. "I mean it."

"I don't care about the wedding, Holy."

"Could have fooled me." She swats my chest as I rinse her hair before she starts washing mine. I still haven't let her feet hit the tub.

"How do we have a wedding when we're already wearing the rings?" It's unconventional, to be sure, but I want the world to know we've claimed each other. This seemed the best option. In my opinion, anyway.

"We haven't said any vows, signed any papers. Your Dad hasn't given you to me." She finally relents and agrees with me. After we finish showering, I take her back to bed where we sleep most of the day before making love all night again and head back home in the morning.

We're greeted with little surprise about our engagement and much enthusiasm over planning another wedding so soon after Malice and Odette's. Happiness radiates from Della, and there's nothing I want more than that for the rest of our lives.