When I open the door to the penthouse, Paige meets me, wearing one of my T-shirts and those damn knee socks. Her hair is down and loose, and her lips are on mine before I can even say hello. “Finn?” I ask.
“Asleep,” she says with a naughty smile.
With my hands on her ass, I hoist her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I’m not sure what’s gotten into her, but I’m not going to ask. Carrying her, I walk over to the sofa, sitting down with her straddling me. Pushing her hair back from her face, I plant a soft kiss on her pink lips. Her eyes roam my face, her hand runs through my hair. “You know I love you, right?” she asks in barely a whisper.
“You better,” I say. Yanking her forward, I hit just the right spot to make her moan a little.
“I need you,” she whispers, ripping her T-shirt off.
This is her way of giving me the go-ahead. She’s finally ready. She’s in my lap, her hair falling over her tits, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and those damn knee socks. Pushing her hair over her shoulders, I look into her blue eyes. I’m a lucky son of a bitch, and not because I’m about to finally have her, but because looking at her, I know I’m looking at the rest of my life.
I’m not sure how I manage it, but I ask one last time, “You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she whispers, sliding down my body to her knees. I kick off my shoes. Looking up at me, she unfastens the button on my pants. I lift my shirt over my head, feeling her slide my zipper down. She leans up a little, kissing me, slipping her hands under my waistband. I lift my hips to help her, and she slides my pants off, taking my underwear with her.
Paige has the best lips, especially when they’re slipping my dick between them. She knows I’m complete putty in her hands, giving one long, slow lick, circling my tip. “Holy fuck!” I moan through gritted teeth.
The little smile playing on her lips lets me know she’s pleased with herself—pleased she can render me so powerless. A lot of women don’t like to be on their knees. Giving a man a blow job is the last thing some women want to do, but not Paige. She gets off on this, I can tell. She likes having power over me. That’s what some women fail to realize. If a man loves you, then you have power. Love is the single most powerful weapon there is.
You can get someone to do just about anything in the name of love. Real love is choosing not to yield that power but instead to guard and protect it.
I watch her slide my cock between her lips until I’m hitting the back of her throat. She doesn’t hold back, taking as much of me as she possibly can, sliding me in and out slowly. She’s not using her hands at all. This isn’t to bring me to the finish line. She’s simply warming me up. Silly woman, one look at her is all the warming up I’ll ever need, but I won’t tell her that because I’m enjoying myself too much.
She moans a little, sending vibrations through my cock, making me grow even harder in her mouth. I hold her hair back, and her eyes lock on mine as she takes me deeper. As much as I like her mouth on me, the promise of her pussy has my full attention tonight. “Take off your panties,” I order softly.
Slowly, my dick slips out of her mouth, heavy and hard. She gets to her feet in front of me, sliding her panties down her long smooth legs. I cup her in my hand, feeling her warmth, her wetness. “Sucking my cock makes you wet,” I say with a smirk. “I like that.”
She blushes, and I pull her forward, hiking one of her legs over my shoulder so I can bury my tongue deep in her pussy. “Slade!” she cries out.
“Shh!” I whisper against her, causing her to tremor.
She runs her fingers through my hair. “I want you,” she whispers. “I want to feel you.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. Taking her down to the sofa, I run my fingers down the curves of her body until I reach her socks, slowly sliding them down. I don’t want one ounce of clothing between any part of her skin and mine. I want to show her how great sex can be. She grew up with sex being used as a commodity or a weapon. From this point on, it’s only about love. I want to wipe all that from her mind.
Leaning over her, she looks up at me with so much trust. More trust than I thought she was capable of. With my cock resting between her legs, she whispers, “Pleasure.”
I take hold of myself, gently outlining her folds with the tip of my cock. She bites her bottom lip, and I feel her stretching open, inviting me in. I give her a little slap with my dick, and she cries out, so I do it again. “You like that?” I ask.
“Harder,” she says, her hands gripping my shoulders. This time, I use my hand, slapping her pussy a little harder. The truth is—love is too messy for the sex to be clean.
“Oh God,” she moans. “More.”
Only this time, I don’t give her more and simply use my dick to outline her folds again. “You ready to get fucked?” I ask.
“Yes!” she cries out.
Pinning her arms over her head, I slowly slip just my tip inside. Her muscles clench around me, wanting more. Fuck, she’s strong. Her body quivers under mine, and she takes me the rest of the way in. For half a second, I don’t move, unable to believe where I am. She whispers my name, and I look down at her, our bodies joined together.
“I love you,” I say, starting to move. I start slow, building her up, stretching her open, making her crazy. Orgasm is always the goal, but the fun is getting there. She matches me thrust for thrust, her hands on my ass letting me know she can take everything I can give her. There’s not a second of awkwardness. We find our rhythm as though we’ve done this a thousand times. The harder I go, the harder she wants it. The faster I go, the faster she wants it. But I slow down, not wanting this to go quickly.
Leaning over, I run my tongue around her nipple. With each pass, the muscles between her legs clench together. Slowly, I slip my dick out of her, and she whimpers at the loss of me. “Sit up,” I say, helping her up on the sofa. Guiding her hands to her thighs, I say, “Spread your pussy for me.” She looks at me with surprise in her eyes. “Christ, you look incredible,” I say, seeing her spread out before me, glistening. On my knees, I rest my cock at her entrance, feeling her trembling for me. “This is going to be deep,” I warn, gliding myself inside her.
She cries out a little, and I reach down, spreading her folds even farther apart. “Oh God,” she moans. “Please make me come. Please.”
This time, I don’t start slowly and pound into her. My balls slap against her, feeding that little bit of roughness she so clearly likes. “Oh yes,” she groans, her whole body coiling around me. I hold her close, feeling her quiver. It’s not the first orgasm I’ve ever given her, but it feels like the most important, and God, do I want to give her more. Her muscles are so tight, she almost pulls my orgasm right out of me, but I manage to hold off.
She falls limp in my arms, enjoying the last tremors of her orgasm. Lightly, I kiss her neck as she moans softly. My plan at this point is to take her to her back and slowly make love to her until she comes at least one more time, and then follow along behind her, so I’m completely taken by surprise when she slips me out of her and straddles me on the sofa. If I didn’t love her before, I’ve definitely fallen in love with her now.