Chapter 31

Gwen

One blond brow rose as he grinned down at me. ”Every damn day, Woman.” He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom.

As much as I wanted to be spontaneous and make love on the couch because we were young and free, we really weren”t. My kids, or any one of my friends could walk into my apartment at any time. I doubted they would right now, but you never knew. So our lovemaking would always be behind a closed, locked door, and I was absolutely perfect with that.

We stripped off our clothes, his lips never far from mine. As soon as we were naked, we fell back on the bed. Our bodies pressed together. We were a perfect fit. He was all muscle and power and strength. He made me feel small and delicate, and cherished. Never once had he used his strength to intimidate or coerce me.

I would be happy to place my life in his hands and take whatever consequences might come from that. Because I knew that only good things would happen for me. He would make sure of it. Static was the kind of man who took care of his woman. Who protected her. Made sure she had everything she needed. All these men were. If I had any doubt about it, I would run in the opposite direction. Instead, I gave myself over to him.

Shoving him back on the mattress, I smiled at him. ”Let me be the one to take care of you this time.”

He frowned. ”Gwen. You just had a really rough day-”

”I don”t want to talk about that,” I told him, cutting him off. ”And not because I”m in denial or blocking it out, but because that part of my life is over. That”s what I want. I”m going to work on putting all of that behind me. You”re my future. Right now, all I want is to love you and be loved by you. And to just...let go.”

He nodded and pulled me down to cover his body. His teeth nipped at my lips until I opened for his kiss. I could spend hours just kissing him. His hands slid down my back to my ass. Cupping it, he squeezed and kneaded until I was grinding against him.

Once we were both breathing heavier, I slid my way down his body. He was like a Greek Statue. Hard as marble with chiseled pecs and abs. There was one major difference between him and those statues. My eyes swept up and I gave him, what I hoped, was a sultry smile. I wasn”t very practiced at this, but for him? I would do anything. I wanted him to feel what he did to me. The way he made my body break apart until I was drifting in the heavens.

With one hand I grasped his length while I leaned my head down and licked the head. His cock jerked in my hands as he groaned.

”Sugar, you”re going to fucking kill me.”

I grinned. ”Oh yeah?” I asked.

”Yeah,” he replied. His voice was tight. ”You don”t have to do this.”

I looked up at him. ”I want to.”

”Gwen-”

I didn”t give him the chance to say anything else. My name ended up sounding strangled as I sucked his dick down as deep as I could.

”Fuck!”

He didn”t try to stop me again, but I felt his fingers clench and unclench in my hair. The feeling was a strange one. It was almost as if he was restraining himself. As though he wanted to grab my head and force his cock deeper, but he wasn”t letting himself.

That was fine by me. It meant I could go at my own pace, in my own rhythm, as I figured out what that was. I was surprised when my eyes began to water, and I pulled back. My jaw was sore.

”You okay?” he asked, his voice thick.

”Yeah.”

”It”s okay to slow down or stop,” he told me.

”I must not be doing it right,” I told him with a small pout.

He frowned down at me. ”What the hell do you mean?”

”You”re still talking.”

His laughter echoed around the room as I lowered my head once more and sucked on his hard cock. He let me explore for a few minutes before he placed gentle hands on my head and showed me what it was he liked. What he wanted. My hand worked the base and we quickly found a rhythm.

”Fuck,” he groaned, his hands flexing. ”Just like that, Sugar. Suck me just like that.”

I hummed and bobbed, sucking him deep. If I was wearing panties, they”d be soaked, but we”d stripped like horny teenagers the moment we”d gotten into the room.

His hands moved into my hair and he gently fucked my mouth. It was something I thought I”d be squeamish about, but it was turning me on.

”Jesus, Gwen. Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet.”

My nipples were beaded and my pussy was slick. Turned out, giving my partner pleasure gave me almost as much. No wonder he dove between my thighs like a starving man. There was something about pleasing the one you loved that just amplified all the enjoyment. The sounds he made, the deep rumbling, and groans of appreciation were making my clit throb. I hadn”t even touched myself and I swore I was close to an orgasm.

I was working myself into a frenzy. His hips began to move, and he started thrusting into my mouth. He was hitting the back of my throat and tears were running down my cheeks. This was far more than I”d ever done, but the rapture on his face when I looked up at him had me swallowing the urge to gag. I wanted him to enjoy this. Wanted him to come and know it was because of me.

”You”re gonna make me come,” he groaned. ”So fucking hard.”

I moaned, the vibrations of the sound causing him to shudder beneath me.

”I”m close,” he warned, giving me time to release him.

I sucked him harder, hollowing out my cheeks and pumping his cock faster. I wanted him to come in my mouth. To dream about the next time I”d do this to him.

”Fuck!” he grunted and his hands fisted in my hair, slowing down my rhythm on his now sensitive cock.

Warm, salty fluid flooded my mouth and I swallowed it down as best I could. My stomach was flipping and flopping with nerves.

”Come here, Sugar.”

I didn”t need him to tell me twice. He”d already had a hand under my arm and was hauling me up his body. Our mouths crashed together and he held me in his arms, stroking my hair. ”Thank you,” he murmured.

”For what?” I asked with a laugh.

”That was fucking incredible.”

I hummed, happy and content even though I hadn”t gotten off.

He tugged on my hair, forcing my eyes to meet his. ”Don”t you dare even think about falling asleep.”

”Why not?”

”Because it”s your turn.”

My eyes widened when he shot me a wicked grin. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched and flexed as he shoved himself lower, down my body. Then his tongue was licking my core. ”I could eat your sweet pussy for days,” he murmured.

The vibrations of his voice made me gasp.

”Love the way you taste, Gwen.” He reached up and squeezed one of my nipples with his fingers while he sucked my clit into his mouth.

I groaned, my back arching into the overwhelming sensations he was creating inside me.

”You like that, Sugar? Want me to suck that pretty little clit?”

I couldn”t form the words to respond, but that didn”t stop him. His mouth was on me again, tongue, teeth, and lips driving me insane. Pleasure was flooding my system, building inside me. I”d never experienced this type of intense passion. Not until him.

He lifted one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder. His finger sank into my pussy. ”You”re so fucking tight,” he growled. ”I”m going to spend the rest of our lives fucking you. Filling you up with my cock until you”re screaming my name.”

”Yes,” I whimpered. ”Reed, please.”

He chuckled and went back to sucking and teasing. Two fingers sunk into my pussy and I bucked and writhed.

”So fucking responsive,” he growled. ”You want me to fill that pretty pussy up?”

”Yes!” I scratched at his back with my nails.

He groaned and withdrew his fingers only to notch his cock at my entrance.

”Make me yours,” I begged, my voice a whimper.

He grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. ”You”ve always been mine. Always will be.”

With that, he slammed into me. One hard thrust buried him inside. He held still for a few beats, and I realized he was holding himself back. That wasn”t what I wanted. I clawed at him again. ”Don”t.”

He frowned down at me. ”Don”t what?”

”I don”t want you to hold back. Give me everything.”

”Gwen-”

”Do it, Reed. Take me. Please. I”m not going to break. I want to feel you.”

”Fuck, Gwen. You”re killing me.”

”Please,” I begged.

His hands tightened on my hips, fingers biting into the flesh and making me hiss. Then his cock was dragging out of my core and he was slamming back inside. His thrusts were hard and brutal.

They were exactly what I wanted. I cried out, moving with him, sinking into the pleasure wrapping around me. I was so full. He was everywhere. I could smell him, taste him, feel him, and hear him. There was no escaping him and I loved every second of it.

”Gwen, I”m so close,” he grunted. He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing.

I cried out as his touch sent me hurtling over the edge. ”Reed!” My pussy convulsed around his cock and then he was roaring my name, slamming his hips into mine, and holding me still as he exploded inside me.

Pleasure was so overwhelming that everything went white. The world around me fell away. My ears rang and there was nothing except the two of us.

”Jesus, Gwen,” he murmured against my neck. He”d collapsed on top of me. His cock was still pulsing inside me. ”Tell me again,” he ordered.

I gave him a sleepy smile. ”I love you.”

He kissed me, wrapped me up in his arms and I fell asleep with the beating of his heart against my ear.