she squeezed me hard and made me explode, taking all of me…I’m lost in her, yet I know right where I am.
After we left the tub, we climbed into bed and I held her, her back pressed to my chest, her ass snuggled against my dick that never really went down whenever she was near.
It’s fuckin’ bliss.
It was late…or early. I couldn’t give a shit which. She was in my arms. After all this time, I was still in awe of that fuckin’ fact. She was here with me. After the times I had prayed for these very moments, had despaired I would never have them, had hated myself for dreaming of them, the real deal was so much better than any fuckin’ dreams I had ever had.
“You have to go,” she said, her husky warm voice on the edge of sleep.
She stretched, her ass leaving me, my lap feeling cold.
“I’ll get my phone tomorrow,” I told her, pulling her ass back into me, warming my groin like it was made to do. “You feel too good.”
“You need to talk to your dad,” she insisted. “You won’t feel right until you do.”
I glanced at the clock on the other side of the room. Two fuckin’ twenty-seven.
“Come with me?” I begged, not wanting to be without her for a single second.
I was never free when she wasn’t around. I had fucked up, telling her to leave me the fuck alone.
“No,” she replied, wiggling her ass on my dick.
That’s her punishin’ me now. I smiled, thinking of all the ways I loved being punished by her. She was a diabolical little shit, and I loved what she inflicted on me.
Caressing my mouth down her neck, I tasted the sweet cream and salty goodness on my tongue. She always tasted so fuckin’ good—like real butter, not that fake shit. I hadn’t known the difference between the two until she opened my eyes to it. She’d opened my fuckin’ eyes to a lot.
“Please?” I made my voice deeper, hoping it’d hit that spot in her that turned her into mush.
“No.”
Heaving a sigh, knowing I was defeated, I sat up. I really didn’t want to leave. She was love, light, and freedom. What sane fucking person would want to leave that?
“You aren’t the least bit curious?” I hedged, hoping that would persuade her.
“You’ll tell me when you get back.” She yawned. “It’s you who needs it. I accepted it a long time ago.”
Breath blown out in a huge gust, I got to my feet and started yanking on my clothes. Cargoes and a T-shirt. Didn’t even bother with boxers. I’ll be coming home and shoving myself back up in my sanctuary, so what did it matter?
But no matter what, I wouldn’t be punishing her. I’d fuck her the way I loved best—chest to chest, her long legs wrapped around me, my eyes full with her face.
Dressed, I crawled back into the bed and pulled her into my arms. She yelped and laughed, always so enchanted that I could do this, toss her around and lift her as if she were nothing but feathers and air. Kenna was the perfect size, the best weight. She was soft and hard in all the right ways. Strong enough to take my shit and give it back.
“I love you,” I told her before I ate her face.
“I’ll be here,” she replied when I had had enough to take the edge off.
“Too fuckin’ right.”
Calm and cool.
My woman had given me that. I drove with a quiet head, the fire in my heart dampened by the sweet pools I always saw when I looked into her soul. Whatever it was that was in her, it gave me peace. I could talk to my dad without wanting to break his fuckin’ face.
I still felt the anger, but it wasn’t out of control. She had let me take it out on her, and fuck me…that had been fuckin’ intense. I knew I had been too hard on her. I had felt it in her. I’d practically heard her head screaming out our safe word. But in the end, my woman had taken that shit.
Three in the fuckin’ morning. All the other houses around the neighborhood were dark, but there were lights on in my dad’s house. I parked the truck. I had driven it ’cause my Baby Girl liked it best.
Danielle was sitting with the fuckin’ traitor in the kitchen when I walked in. She lifted her puffy pretty blues up to mine,