You aren't fucking her. You're making love to the woman who owns your heart.
I stepped out of my boxers and stroked myself from root to tip. It felt so good to do it with her seeing my body for the first time. Her eyes were greedy, watching my every move as I fisted up and down the length. And then they grew wide in surprise when she noticed exactly what I had on the underside of my dick. Two silver balls at each end of a bar pierced horizontally through the skin just below the head of my cock—a frenum piercing.
"You're smiling, Winter baby."
"You are pierced on your very big, beautiful cock, James Blakney." Her grip on the headboard was abandoned for a second time as she sat up and stripped off the gloves while leaning forward to get a better look. She didn't follow directions very well, but I forgave her. What she lacked in discipline she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She also said amazing things for my ego. Yes, she is a keeper.
"Do you mean this?" I asked, stepping forward to show her.
"Yes…I want it," –she reached out with her left hand, wrapping her fingers around the base— "Does it feel good when you fuck?" The combination of her touch and the directly worded question nearly sent me to my knees. I bowed my back and thrust forward into her grip, hoping like hell I could hold off long enough to have it inside her…somewhere.
"It does. And it'll feel good for you too…when I'm in you." I thrust into her tight grip a few times…and then she opened her mouth and flattened her tongue out wide.
Oh, mother-FUCK. I steered my cock right inside her beautiful mouth and pushed it to the back of her throat.
Where she took me all the way down in one swallow.
"Fuuuuck—feels so good." I sounded like an animal growling out the words I spoke even to my own ears. In my mind I realized I was probably too rough with her, but I rationalized it by watching her carefully for any signs of needing me to slow down or back off.
She gave me not a single one.
Her mouth. God. I could die a happy man with my cock bottoming out at the back of her throat. I thought I might die when I gripped the sides of her face and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. My strokes hard and fast, almost painful in the sensation of pleasure as she took me in, her hot, wet tongue caressing against the bar of my metal with of each rough thrust of my cock. She sucked me like it was her new favorite thing to do. This girl…mine forever.
I felt my balls tighten up, ready to unload down her throat, but I didn't want it like that. Not for our first time together. I knew how I wanted the sex to go...even if it was wrong of me not to ask first.
And so, I made my decision.
I pulled out of her mouth on a harsh groan and replaced cock with tongue, kissing and licking thoroughly over her abused lips, hoping she could know what I felt.
I love you.
I pushed her down on the bed and moved her up to the middle where I had some room. I arranged her arms above her head and jerked her wrists together sharply, letting her know I expected her to keep them there.
Her eyes flared as she looked at me in silence, waiting for whatever I'd give her next. Flawless. Winter was a quiet lover—another thing about her I'd discovered. I don't know why it turned me on so much, but her silent acceptance of every way I'd commanded her so far tonight was dangerously addicting.
I spread her open with bent knees and took my cock in hand. I penetrated just the tip between her slippery folds before pulling back out to rub over her clit drenched in the wet from earlier orgasms. Her mouth fell open and her head rolled back in a kind of perfect, silent submission, her sweet cunt on offer…to me.
I fucking love you so much.
So, I teased the tip of my cock inside her again, just to see her give me that same beautiful response one more time. FUCK yeah. And like a true addiction, I had to repeat the whole act several more times, because I couldn't get enough of seeing her like this with me—couldn't have stopped myself even if I'd wanted to. I worked her over until she became a writhing erotic creature beneath me. Both of us slick with her juices and aching to fuck. She was more than ready for me to take her and I was way past ready to have her.
So, I buried my cock all the way to my balls in one hard, deep thrust that sent me to heaven. Then I pushed in deeper still, needing to be as far in her as I could be. Never far enough. And in true form, she took my cock in silence, the only audible sound being a sharp gasp as her heat surrounded me in a tight clasp. I had to close my eyes for a moment and revel in the feel of being inside my Winter…because now I had finally and truly claimed her.
"Okay?" Worried she might not tell me if she wasn't, I needed to ask.
"Yes..." she answered on a soft whisper with the sweetest answer she could ever give me.
I pulled out on a hot slide and then back in with one continuous stroke. "I don't have any condoms." Another deep delicious slide in and out of her tight heat. "I didn't know we were coming here and I wasn't prepared." My cock sank into her again, moving on its own now. "Are you protected?" I started to fuck faster. "Do I need to pull out or can I come in you, because I'm fucking you bare here," I barked, unable to slow down as the madness took over.
She arched into my thrusts, rocking against me with every stroke, squeezing her tight little cunt even harder around my cock. I wasn't going to last much longer at this rate and she still hadn't answered me.
"WINTER?" I roared, on the verge of losing it.
"Come inside me…it's okay if you do. I am—I'm protected." She said the words softly, but my brain heard her as if she'd yelled it at me.
As I got busy with the fucking, I knew it wouldn't be long before I erupted in her. But it was necessary for her to come with me. The friction of my metal dragging through her tight pussy was a pureness of pleasure to the point that I got lost in the sensation of being inside her. I wasn't completely sure of everything I said…or did to her.
The tightening down low where our bodies connected surged upward and took over, superseding even my need to breathe. My fingers strummed her clit with precision, watching for her to fall over the edge with me. The first pulse arrived with a single low cry from deep from within her chest. She arched into me and convulsed around my cock, the shuddering movement making her beautiful tits quiver below me.
The sight of her climaxing set me off like a volcano. Hot cum from down in my balls, spurted out of me and into her with every deep surge of my cock. Within the act itself, I knew I was marking her in my very essence from the inside out as belonging to me. My seed was in her now, therefore she was mine. Ancient caveman DNA residing deep within my lawyer's brain was very fucking certain of this most basic truth.
I know I kissed her many times, and also said things I can't remember saying throughout the course of our night together. I made love to her again after we slept for an hour or two. The second time was not so frantic. The third time was in the shower and turned into a sweet and slow exploration for the both of us.
After we were done with all of the sex, and I had her tucked in bed beside me for sleep, she told me something important before she drifted away in my arms.
The words she spoke—they terrified me because I knew then that I'd played my hand to her.
My heart now served at the mercy of another person for the second time in my life. And with that unfortunately came the knowledge of just how vulnerable my heart was of being crushed into nothingness again. If things ever went wrong with Winter Blackstone, it could happen. It would happen if I was not careful. So, I wouldn't take the risk of ever losing her. My ability to exist with a functioning heartbeat would depend upon that never happening.
And as they fell from her soft, beautiful lips, her words also meant…everything…that was good and joyful, and full of hope.
She said, "I love you too, James."
Chapter Eighteen
WINTER