My kitten.
She blinked up at me sleepily. She looked so damn good it almost hurt. I brushed her vibrant red hair off of her face. Sometimes I had a hard time believing she was real. She was just too perfect.
"Good morning beautiful."
She smiled and my breath caught in my throat. Goddamn, the woman had me tied up in knots! Everything about her made me soft. Vulnerable. I'd never let my guard down before. That's how you got hurt. I learned that when my mama passed. But for once in my life, I didn't care.
"Is it time to go?"
I made a decision right then and there. Someday we would wake up like this everyday. I'd bring her coffee in bed. And a nice, big sausage.
A thick sausage.
I grinned and rolled her onto her back.
"Not yet."
My lips found her neck as my cock angled unerringly towards the sweet spot between her thighs. It was like a heat seeking missile. We both sighed as I slid between her puffy soft lips.
I didn't want to rush. I wanted sweet, hot, long slow sex.
But the clock was ticking.
I forced myself to pick up the pace, but I was going to make every second count. I fit both hands under her perfect ass and lifted her, kneeling between her legs. This way she was splayed open for me, ready for anything I wanted to dish out. I could really work my jock.
Her eyes met mine. She realized in an instant she couldn't do much, but I could. She also realized she wouldn't be able to escape me when she got close. Everything would be more intense.
I grinned.
Teaching Belinda about sex was the most fun I'd ever had in my life. Each thing we tried, each variation, felt like the first time for me. Because it was the first time for her.
I started to rock my hips, pistoning the tip of my cock in and out of her at a rapid pace. I grinned down at her as she wiggled beneath me. Of course it felt good, but it wasn't satisfying.
This part was the tease.
I rocked and rolled until my joint was a little deeper. Then I started a deep swooping motion, staring into her glazed over eyes. I ground into her, not withdrawing completely, just getting closer and closer until our hip bones were scraping against each others.
We were both close. I kept us on the edge as long as I could, near but not over the line. And then we tipped, falling into a rip-roaring, earth-shaking, mind-blowing orgasm.
I let out a shout as the heat at the base of my cock tore upwards, feeling like an explosion of pleasure. I was pinning Belinda down against the hotel mattress with my shaft as she shook and shimmied all over the place. I groaned as my cock pulsed wave after wave of my come out and into her.
And she took every damn drop of it. Her * was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking me dry. Her eyes stared up and backwards as she massaged every inch of my cock with her orgasm.
Fucking A, did I love this woman!
I told her so too.
Belinda
He loved me.
I was still tingling as I sipped my herbal tea, watching Kyle get dressed. He'd taken care of everything. Breakfast in bed-vegetarian, which today meant granola with almond milk. He'd gotten my favorite tea. He'd taken special care of me.
He'd especially taken care of me.
His muscles were smooth and round as he covered them up. I sighed. I'd have to wait almost a week to get my hands on him again. It was too long to wait.
I shook my head. I'd been planning to end it, as usual. And I'd been weak when it came to resisting him, as usual. I kept putting it off. It would happen sometime in the future, in weeks or even months.
But it would happen soon. It had too. Before he noticed the pregnancy. There was no other choice.
This time, everything had changed. My plans for the future were in question. I felt loved, guilty, overwhelmed, afraid and hopeful all at once.
All because of three little words.
He loved me.
He'd said it over and over again. It was like once he started, he couldn't stop. Lord knows I loved him, though I hadn't told him so yet. I couldn't. I was too busy panicking.
Now, I was really in trouble. Kyle thought I was on the pill. He had no idea about the baby. He would be pissed. Maybe even furious enough to change how he felt.
It might even make him reconsider loving me. He couldn't really do that, could he? I'd tried to turn off my heart enough times to know it was harder than it sounded.
For me, it had been impossible.
I forced myself out of bed. I had to figure something out. A way to let him know how I felt, and about the baby, without making him chose his future before he was ready. There had to be a way to tell him without making him hate me in the process.
"You okay, Princess?"
Kyle came up behind me, staring at my reflection in the mirror above the dresser. I nodded, turning my face to kiss him. He groaned as I melted against him.
"God, I hate watching you get dressed... it's a sin to cover up this body."
I arched my back as he ran his hands over me. I wanted to stay here with him. Forever. Just let the world disappear. But I couldn't.