Taking His Woman(34)

“You feel so good around my cock, Erica.”

Staring down into his eyes, she saw the lust for her in his depths.

“I want you. Harder.” She gave herself over to what her body demanded. Their whole world was opening up with the revelation of their sexual desire. The lust building between them was like a blaze that could not be put out. She was going to talk to him tonight. His finding the book had brought forward her conversation.

He fucked and made love to her on the kitchen counter. Chris took her to new heights that she had never known existed. Her tits bounced, and he bit down on the tips. She cried out. The sound was not muffled and led to more screams of release.

“Give it to me, baby. Let me hear you take your pleasure. You’re my woman, and I’ll never let you go.”

He sounded like he was making it a threat. To her it sounded more like a promise. There was no place she wanted to be other than in his arms.

“Mine.”

She wrapped her arms around him as he pressed her against the fridge, driving inside her harder than before. His cock was thick and firm, giving her all kinds of pleasure.

When she was close, he pulled out, bent her over the counter and slipped inside her from behind.

“I love that you’re going to be more open with me. Tell me what you want,” he said. Chris stopped moving giving her time to speak.

“I want you to fuck me everywhere. I don’t want to confine ourselves to the bedroom. I want to have everything with you.”

“We’ll do it, baby. There won’t be a surface or a place in this house that I don’t fuck you. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever desired, and I’m still going to love you afterwards.”

She cried out when he slapped her ass, the sound of the smack shocking her. The heat on her ass sent a burn of pleasure to her clit.

“Again,” she asked. The next slap landed on her thigh. She’d read about the pleasure from being spanked but had never thought it was possible to feel so damned good.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

He took it in turns changing the angle and where he landed. She knew she would want him to spank her more often. The change in their relationship would be fiery, and she was looking forward to more.

Chris slammed inside her, reaching round to finger her clit. She ground her ass against him. He changed the angle, stroking along a spot inside her body that made her scream for more. The pleasure he gave her overrode everything else in her body.

Two more stokes to her clit and she bucked back against him. Her orgasm rode the pain and pleasure together. He held her hips and fucked her harder than ever before. She accepted him and felt so much happiness when his growl erupted in the air between them.

****

Chris held her in his arms. The love he felt for her threatened to burst out of his chest. His grip around her waist kept her still. He knew she’s collapse on the floor without his touch.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“That was amazing.”

He smiled in relief. “You’re not getting rid of me now. You’re all mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Chris. I’ve never stopped being yours even when we were apart.” He lifted her up, pulling out of her. She winced, and he carried her into the sitting room. Chris placed her on his lap, stroking her hair where she rested against his chest.

“Will it be like that all the time?” she asked.

“No, but it will always be special.”

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too.” They sat on the couch even when the phone rang. They both ignored everything but what they had with each other.

“I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Chris tilted her head back, brushing her lips with his own. “I can’t wait either. We’ll have a small affair, and then I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve.”

“This will be our first Christmas together.”

“I know. We spent a couple together in the office. We never had one together. Molly has invited us over for dinner. She reckons it will be good for my father to have all the family around.”

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I’d like to go. I’d hate to lose him and regret not going this year.”

“Then I’ll go with you. I’ve got plenty of years to cook a turkey for us. Can Elizabeth come as well?”

“Trent has already asked her.” Chris laughed thinking about the love-struck way his younger brother looked at Elizabeth.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.

“That depends on what you’re thinking.”

“My sister and your brother together.”

“Yep. They’d make a lovely couple. What do you think the chances are that we can get them under the mistletoe?”