Hearing those words come from her gave my body a mind of its own. I picked up my speed, swinging my hips back and forth, tunneling my cock in and out of her pussy. I was mindless in my need to get us both off. I gritted my teeth, but before I allowed myself that pleasure, Kitty would have hers first.
I reached between our bodies, found her engorged little clit, and started rubbing it. She gasped, and I knew how sensitive she must’ve been.
“Come on, darling. Come for me.” And then I felt her tense, felt her pussy milk my cock in hard pulses. She tossed her head back, her neck straining, a low cry leaving her. The fact that she was coming for me—because of me—would have me following after her.
“You feel so damn good.” Fuck, I couldn’t even think, let alone get those words out coherently.
I was going to come, even though I wanted this feeling with Kitty to last for the rest of my fucking life. There was no way I could hold off a second longer. I’d already tested my control the moment she stepped through the threshold of my house.
The pleasure consumed me, took over until I was its slave, until I had no choice but to submit. I’d never allowed anything or anyone to have power over me, but Kitty was the one person who could bend me like no other.
I slammed my dick into her welcoming, tight heat, and her body slid up the bed an inch. She reached back and gripped the slats of the headboard, her neck arched, her chest thrust out.
“You’re going to take every ounce of me,” I growled as I shoved into her one last time, feeling her pussy still quiver around my dick, and I finally let go.
I tipped my head back and roared out my release. I sounded like a fucking wounded animal as it came from me. I forced my eyes open so I could look at Kitty, watch as she took all of me. And she did… every last damn inch.
The high took me to the fucking stars. Never in my life had I felt this good, not in pleasure, not in anything I'd ever done. And I knew why.
Because Kitty was the missing piece to my life, the one thing I’d always needed but didn’t know I’d been without until I saw her. She didn’t even have to be physically in front of me to know she was mine. That one picture had been all it took.
As my pleasure dimmed and waned, I finally allowed myself to breathe. I let myself fall to the mattress unceremoniously, the air sawing in and out of my lungs. I could have fallen asleep right then and there, content and sated for the first time in my life.
I turned my head and looked at her, seeing she already watched me with this pleasure-hazed expression on her face. Her cheeks were pink, her lips red and swollen from my kisses, and her eyes glossy from her post-orgasmic high.
God… I loved this woman. I truly fucking did.
I was part of her now… and Kitty was a part of me.
She wielded all the control over me. All of it.
I didn’t know if Kitty truly understood that she was mine, but I’d sure as hell remind her every day of my fucking life.
“You’re the first woman I’ve been with in years, Kitty, years.” Hell, I would wager it had been at least a decade, but I wouldn’t go into it further. I’d told her, because I wanted her to know. I wanted her to know I’d waited, because I knew there was something more, something perfect out there. I just hadn't known it until she came into my life.
She smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I’d taken her virginity, her innocence. It was forever mine.
She was forever mine.
I pulled her close, needing her like this always. A contented, pleasurable sigh left her, and she rested her head on my chest. It was perfection having her here with me, against my body, filled with my cum… marked by me.
My cock hardened again, and I heard her gasp as it started to dig into her belly.
“Again?” she whispered in this drowsy yet very clearly ready-for-me voice.
“Always,” I growled. “We’re just getting started for the night, baby.”
And the grin she gave me told me she was on the same page.
15
Kitty
The next morning
I slowly opened my eyes, the sun coming through the partially pulled curtains and washing over me, an invisible blanket of heat and comfort. I knew I was alone in the bed before I turned my head and looked to where Fin had been sleeping. This longing took place right in the center of my chest, this pressure, this emptiness.
I rolled onto my back, the scent of Fin enveloping me. God, he smelled good, and I felt him still, all over me… in me. Between my thighs was sore, sensitive in all the intimate places that reminded me of what we’d done last night. The fact that he was the one who now owned my virginity, that I was the one who ended his celibacy, had a surge of desire washing through me again.
I might be sore, but I could have him all over again and still ask for more.
I don’t know how long I lay there, but I knew it was still pretty early in the morning. I was about to get up when the bedroom door opened. I brought the blanket to my chest, not quite sure why I was shielding myself, since it was only the two of us at the house. And Fin walked in holding a tray, the smell of bacon and coffee instantly filling my nose.
The smile he gave me actually had my heart skipping a beat. I couldn’t even describe it accurately, but he looked like a man who was so damn happy to see me, like I just made his world.
I sat up, the sheets still covering my chest as he came fully into the room. He walked around the bed so he was sitting on the edge right beside me, his focus on me. He looked like he couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I felt my face heat from how much he watched me.
I moved over slightly so he could place the tray next to me. Looking down at the spread, I felt warm at his thoughtfulness. He made everything. There were pancakes and scrambled eggs, bacon and fresh fruit. There were even a couple slices of buttered toast, and a large glass of what I knew was fresh-squeezed orange juice beside the plate.
“Fin, you made this all for me?”
“Of course,” he said, and his smile brightened. He looked different. I couldn't quite place it or figure out what the difference was, but then it hit me.
He looked truly happy.
It was as if he found something that he’d lost.
It was such a strange moment, knowing what we’d done last night, what we’d said to each other, and now this morning. In just a small amount of time that had passed since I started working for him, he’d changed. I remembered how he’d been that first day, so growly and hardened, as if he had this massive chip on his shoulder.
He would always be rough around the edges, this immovable Viking, this giant. But right now, this man in front of me… it was like I was seeing a different side of him.
And I felt like he was the man I’d been looking for my entire life.
My cheeks heated all over again at that thought. This seemed so... permanent, as if what we shared last night was more than what I could ever imagine. Sure, he’d spoken to me so intimately, shared bits about himself, the words he said so possessively. But I wondered if that had all been said in the heat of the moment.
I hadn’t realized I was staring down at my lap until I felt his finger under my chin, until I felt him lift my head up so I was looking into his eyes again. Gone was that joyous expression and in its place was one of a serious nature.