“I heard you.”
He leans in and kisses me then pulls back. “Good. I don’t want you feeling like you’re part of some revolving door of women because you’re not.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He scoops me up and moves me to the center of the bed. “When I saw you out there with another guy, I didn’t like it.”
My stomach knots and my mind races. What’s he doing? Why is he telling me this?
“Brisban, we don’t have to talk about him. Please just fuck me right now.”
I reach up and try to pull him down to kiss me but he doesn’t budge. “I can’t do that tonight.” He has an almost pained look on his face and I’m becoming increasingly nervous and confused. My heart’s beating so fast it feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest.
His eyes search my face like he’s trying to find answers to questions he hasn’t even asked yet. I don’t understand what’s happening at all. “What do you mean, you can’t?”
He moves over between my legs, nudging them apart. Grasping his erection he looks down between my thighs and then back up to me. “I can’t fuck you tonight,” he looks back down and guides his cock to the entrance of my pussy, “because I’m making love to you tonight.” And then he locks his eyes onto mine and pushes into me, slow but forceful. I gasp and let out a cry. What he just said, along with the feeling of him buried inside of me, is overwhelming. He sees the bewilderment on my face and knows what I’m doing. “Stop, Candace.”
He moves in and out of me in a way he never has any other time. It’s softer and more controlled. He’s doing more than enjoying how I feel. He’s not just giving or taking pleasure. He’s connecting with more than my body. “Get out of your head.” He pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder and goes deeper inside me. My head arches back and I try to stop thinking. When my eyes snap open, I know he sees the fear in my eyes. He reaches out and pulls me up. As always, it’s as if I weigh nothing. He sits back and positions me on his lap. I sink down onto his cock and wrap my legs around his back. Our faces are mere inches apart. He’s breathing heavily and I feel like my breath has been stolen. He rests his head against mine and thrusts his hips upward, taking me as deep as he can.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. One hand comes up and tangles in my hair as he lets out a ragged sigh. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Pulling his head back, he looks into my eyes and cradles my face with his left hand. His thumb traces my cheek. “You’re more than sex to me. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but, tonight, standing there between you and him, I knew it. Every fiber of my being wanted to be able to look him in the eyes and tell him you belong to me.”
My eyes flit between his and part of me wants to cry while another part wants to run away. I don’t know what to say or how to process all of this.
“Don’t say anything right now, please. If you want to leave here tonight and never see me again, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Just let me make love to you this one time. I’ve been shut down for so long I’d forgotten how good this feels.” His hands move to my shoulders and glide down my back, caressing me with a gentle reverence. I want to tell him I feel the same way. I want to tell him how closed off I’ve felt the past year and how he’s changed that for me. But I don’t.
I lean in and slant my mouth over his. He responds, moaning as he kisses me back. His arms interlock around me and I begin to move on him. He’s buried inside me and our bodies are connected in every way they possibly can be. His tongue brushes over my bottom lip and I suck it into my mouth. I tilt my hips forward as his hips arch and we move in beautiful unison. Our hot, damp skin slides together and, with every movement, another barrier falls down around us. His hands move down and cup my backside and he lifts me up then back down, over and over, increasing the friction. Our kiss slows and he pulls back. Inhaling deeply, I let out a moan as he brings me back down, sinking himself deeper inside me.
“Look how perfect we are.” He looks down at where our bodies are joined and I follow his gaze. Slowly he moves in and out of me and we watch together. Releasing his right hand from under my backside, he reaches between us and begins to circle the bundle of nerves that are craving to be touched with his thumb.
I drop my head backward as the uncontrollable feeling of pleasure rips through me. “So beautiful,” I hear him say and he increases the speed of his thumb. I start whimpering as the orgasm builds. He skillfully keeps working it until my pussy tightens around him and I let go. The climax moves through me and I feel tears form at the corner of my eyes. He moves us forward, laying me back onto the bed. As soon as our bodies disconnect I want him back inside me. I need it. Thankfully he doesn’t hesitate and pushes back into me while he buries his face in the crook of my neck.