I smiled.
His hand came up to cup my face and his thumb moved out to trace my smile as his eyes watched.
I melted further into the sheets.
“That’s mine,” he whispered, his eyes on my mouth as his thumb slid back then he watched is slide over the apple my cheek. “That’s mine,” he repeated on a whisper then his hand glided into my hair at the side, his eyes still watching and as his fingers curled around the back his eyes finally came back to mine and his h*ps pressed into mine. “Now, I possess that beauty.”
I stared at him, lips parted, weirdly moved and when I say that I mean profoundly.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“What?” I whispered.
“Who owns you, baby?”
Oh God!
“Knight –”
“Say it, Anya.”
My breath started to come heavy.
“Anya, who owns that cunt, that body, that beauty?”
I stared into his beauty, feeling his c**k still buried deep, smelling him, hints of his cologne, feeling his hard body pressing into me.
“Baby,” his face dipped closer and he warned, “I’m feelin’ good right now. Don’t test me. Who… owns… you?”
“You do, Knight,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back instantly, “I f**kin’ do. Every inch, Anya. Every f**kin’ inch.”
I held his eyes and deep breathed.
Knight watched then his face gentled and he asked softly, “Scared?”
I nodded.
“Don’t be,” he whispered then bent close, his lips brushed mine and he pulled back. “You scared, worried, confused and still, you gave what you just gave to me, how you did it, trusting me, I’ll take care of you, babe. You’re with me, one thing you never have to be again is scared. You with me?”
“I’ll, um… try to be,” I replied quietly.
“I’ll get you there,” he muttered.
Then he shifted, pulling out unexpectedly, a mew slid out of my throat equally unexpectedly as my lips parted and my limbs tensed and his eyes dropped to my mouth as I watched them go gloriously lazy.
“My baby doesn’t like losing me.”
He was right. I didn’t. He felt good. All of him.
And what we’d done felt great but between my legs felt oversensitive, tender, almost raw but in a weirdly good way.
His hand went to my side, gliding up from waist to ribs and his eyes held mine.
“I gotta go deal with this condom. While I’m gone, you’re gonna stay here, on your back, feet to the mattress, legs open, waiting for me.”
Okay, all right. I could do that.