His love.
Devotion.
Every laugh.
Smile.
Everything and anything.
I just wanted him.
Reaching for the front of his shirt, I helped him pull it over his head to toss on the floor next to my dress. My fingers pressed against the pulse of his neck, wanting to feel it beating only for me. I stayed there for a few seconds, slowly skimming them down to his heart and then his taut abs until I reached for his belt.
The warmth and softness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The butterflies he always stirred never got old. It was one of my favorite emotions he evoked.
The feelings he ignited inside of me were what fairy tales were made of. I never thought I’d find a love like his.
Like ours.
Chapter 14
Kinley
I thanked my lucky stars he came into my life when he did, making me believe I was worth being loved. I grew up on my own, with my mother constantly calling me a burden, annoying, saying she wished she'd never had me.
When you’d heard it enough, you started to believe it. I spent years telling myself I wasn’t an accident or a mistake, I had a purpose, and maybe it was to save her from her own madness.
I tried for years and never could, yet still … I wished I had.
Her voice messages on our answering machine were getting more persistent, and little by little she was beginning to stir that desire to have her in my life again.
She said she was sober, clean, and taking her medication.
The little girl in me wanted to believe her, but I’d heard it all before, too many times to count. Her lies always sounded like truths. No matter how many she told me, I couldn’t tell the difference.
“Hey…” Christian stressed. “Where did you go?”
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head, covering my face. “I’m ruining this.”
“Babe.” He pulled my hands away. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Kinley, don’t hide from me.”
I sighed. “I don’t know. I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life, and it brought on these memories of my mother telling me I was worthless.” My eyes widened. “Here you are, wanting to make love to me, and I’m thinking about my mom. Jesus… I’m so fucked up. I’m sorry, Christian.”
“What did I tell you the first time I put my hands on you?”
“That you’d always replace my bad memories with your love for me.”
He smiled. “Always, sweetness. I’ll protect you from everything, especially your mother.”
I didn’t need to hear anything else. This was perfect.
He was perfect.
Reaching for his belt, I gasped when he unexpectedly gripped my hand and stopped me.
“Are you sure?”
Before I could assure him, tell him what I felt so deeply in my heart, how much he meant to me, how much I wanted to be his and only his, how much I wanted him to own me.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
He hoarsely murmured against my lips, “Sweetness, I’ve never been with a virgin before.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I never wanted to take that from a girl.”
I softly chuckled. “You’re saying all the right things.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Again, I repeated the words he needed to hear from me, “I trust you.”
He let go of my hand, and I unclasped his belt. Next was his zipper before he kicked off his jeans and boxers. I reached for his dick, but he moved my hand out of the way.
“This isn’t about me. It’s about you, Kinley.”
His gaze set me on fire, and my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved the way he was looking at me. He had my heart in his hands, to do with as he pleased, and I’d remember this moment for eternity.
I knew right then and there I would never be able to go without him. He was my always and forever.
Licking his lips, he leaned in to kiss me. The second his tongue touched mine, my back pushed further into the mattress. My legs spread wider for him while he placed all his weight on his arms that were cradling my face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kinley. How did I get so lucky to have another one of your firsts?” He started to place gentle kisses down my cleavage and toward my nipple, sucking one into his mouth as his hand caressed the other.
Chills ran up and down my spine as my back arched off the bed, wanting more, and he happily obliged. I could feel his erection on my wet core, and he purposely moved his hips, grinding against my heat, and creating a delicious tingling that I felt all over.
I moaned, already falling apart which earned me a forceful yet tender caress of his hand against my clit. He manipulated my bundle of nerves, and within seconds my legs began to shake, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Eyes on me, sweetness.”
I opened them as he effortlessly made his way down my body. Once his face was in between my legs, he pushed his fingers into my opening and sucked my clit into his mouth in a back and forth motion.
My hands immediately gripped his hair, and he grunted in satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore. The room started spinning and my breathing became erratic.
“Ah … mmm…” was all I could manage as I exploded on his tongue in a mind-blowing orgasm.
The next thing I knew he was kissing me, and I tasted myself all over his mouth. He knew my body better than I did, spending hours upon hours exploring it until he’d memorized every last curve and what I liked.
I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see that he was opening a condom, but I stopped him.
“I’m on the pill.”
He arched an eyebrow.
“I’ve been on it for the last two months, wanting to be prepared for this moment. I don’t want anything between us, Christian. I want my first time to be skin on skin with you.”
“I’ve never gone raw before, Kinley.”
I smiled wide, feeling this surge of emotion tear through my veins. “Then I’m taking one of your firsts too.”
He slammed his mouth onto mine, giving me exactly what I craved, and placed the tip of his dick at my opening.
“I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.
“I love you too. More than anything,” I murmured, not breaking our kiss and eye contact.
I moved my hips, beckoning him to keep going, yet still, he didn’t move an inch, and I started to worry.
However, when I felt his hand move lower toward my clit again, I began to relax. His fingers played my over-stimulated nub, and seconds later he slowly eased his way inside me. The sensations of his fingers replaced the uncomfortable feeling of his thrusts.
I was done for.
There would be no coming back from him.
I was his.
Exactly the way I wanted.
“Are you okay?” he groaned into my mouth.
“Hmm…”
“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking good. You were made for me, baby.”
—Christian—
Nothing compared or even came close to the feeling of Kinley on my cock. This was more than just sex, more than just two bodies coming together, more than anything I’d ever experienced before.