You Know I Love You (You Are Mine #3) - Willow Winters Page 0,30
twitches remembering how her mouth felt like heaven. I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her off of me; it was fucking torture, wanting what she was giving me, but knowing I’d need more.
“Strip down,” I groaned out, my head leaned back and my eyes closed. As if I had any control at all over her.
She shook her head again and I couldn’t believe the plea that slipped from her lips.
“I want you to come in my mouth.” She said it so simply, although breathlessly with her chest rising and falling, but full of truth. Her voice was laced with desire, but it was the way her shoulders rose and fell with her heavy breathing and the way she scooted closer to me, eager and begging for more that convinced me.
I could never say no to Kat. She doesn’t ask for a damn thing. Never has, and I’ve wished she would. I’d give her the world if I could. But that night there was no fucking way I was going to deny her that.
I’m a selfish man, after all.
I slipped my hand around the back of her head as my toes curled. I was almost embarrassed by how quickly she got me off.
She didn’t stop swallowing until I was spent and even then, she bobbed lightly on my dick and sucked like she wanted more. My greedy little sex kitten.
After she was done with me, when I’d pulled my pants up and stared down at her, the atmosphere changed.
“I don’t have sex on the first date,” she stated shyly, wiping her lips. A blush rose to her cheeks as she slowly stood up, trying to keep her balance by gripping onto my arm. She was hesitant, embarrassed maybe. I think it was vulnerability. I think she was afraid I’d be done. She was afraid it was only lust.
“Oh yeah?” I responded, still trying to catch my breath and get a sense of who this girl was. “So what’s this then?”
When I looked in her eyes, I knew what the real reason was. She thought I’d be done with her if I got her in bed.
More importantly, it meant she wanted to keep me.
The cockiness at that realization has never felt so good.
She wanted more and all the same, she was terrified to have me. Maybe scared she couldn’t keep me, or scared to keep me. I still can’t tell which was the motivating factor.
The thought made my still-hard dick even harder. And I stroked myself once and then again until she noticed. A smirk lifted up my lips as I saw her eyes widen.
“What if I want you? What if I want to take care of you now?” I asked her, taking a step forward and forcing her back. Her knees hit the bed and she nearly collapsed, the heat growing between us and nearly suffocating me.
I kissed my way down her neck, letting the heat between us climb higher and higher.
“Not just yet,” I said as I stroked my dick again, feeling it turn hard as steel again already. “Let me taste you,” I whispered.
Her gorgeous eyes peeked up at me through her thick lashes.
“Take it easy on me, will you?” Her words were playful, again feigning a strength that wasn’t quite there. She was exposed and weak for me. Both of us knew it, only she was pretending she wasn’t.
It’s something that made me crave her more.
“Sure,” I whispered in her ear as I pushed her onto the bed. But I never had any intention of holding back when it came to her.
I fucked her as hard as I could into that mattress. I buried myself inside her and held off as long as possible, taking her higher and higher each time until she was holding on to me for her life. Her nails scratched and dug into my skin as she screamed out my name.
I destroyed her the best way I could. And I’ve never been more satisfied of anything else in my life.
Kat’s an emotional woman. I didn’t see it at first, but that night, our first night, I got my first taste of it. I could practically hear her tell me she loved me. If nothing else, I know she loved what I did to her.
I wanted to hear her tell me those words so badly. More than anything else, I wanted this woman to admit it. She fell in love with me that first night.