Authors: Elena M. Reyes
I Saw You (30 page)
“Every day for the rest of my life.”
She had no idea just how much I meant those words. Thrusting forward, I raised her leg up on the desk, her thigh and knee resting against the edge.
Opening her, my cock pulsed within her cocooning tight walls the further inside I slipped. Eyes rolling into the back of my head, I gritted my teeth and counted to ten, the need to come almost too great to control.
Slim felt like bliss.
The biggest fucking high.
She lost her grip on my hair, and I used the move to push her down, chest pressed against the cool wood. With the other hand, I fisted the thin material of her dress. It stretched, and a seam ripped.
Arianna shook beneath me.
Her pussy contracted around my girth, and all I could do was breathe through the sensations. Each quiver was like a pulse of fucking pleasure being shot through my body, shocking each cell into a nirvana-like state.
“Fuck me, please. Just take.”
“I’m sorry,” I warned before tightening my hold on her dress and pulling out, leaving the very tip inside before plunging back in. Hard and fast, I rode her without mercy. Inside that office the only sounds heard were that of slapping skin and her uncontrollable whimpers.
She fought against my hold and pushed up, her back against my chest once more. Met me thrust for thrust, each stroke came with a contraction of her walls. Her juices soaked us, ran down my cock and lower down to my balls.
“Shit, yeah…so good,” I groaned into her hair while that slick pussy squeezed—tightened to almost the point of pain. I didn’t stop. No. Never. Couldn’t even if my life depended on it.
Instead, I picked up the pace. Releasing her hair, I put both hands on her hips and fucked her with everything that made me her man.
Didn’t stop when the first tremor rocked her body and she slumped forward. Didn’t stop when the second made her coil into herself, stiff and holding her breath. Not when she took her next breath and screamed.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” My lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Squeeze me, baby...” Someone knocked on the door and Ari stiffened. “Ignore that. Don’t give a fuck who it is.”
“Oh God…” With a low mewl, she pulled her plump bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. The act caused me to grow harder. Swell. Flex within her and enjoy the next rush of wetness that coated the tip.
“Fuck.” Anguished grunt, I came with a blinding force that left me breathless, spurt after spurt leaving my body and marking hers. Claimed what has always been mine. No matter where one went, after today, it was as a couple. Moving the sweaty strands of her hair over her shoulder, I placed my lips at the base of her neck. “I love you.” I laid small kisses in between deep breaths. “Please tell me you believe me now?”
Still gasping for breath, she turned her head and nodded; I could see a warm and satiated smile on her lips. “I do, Cheesy.”
And just like that, one word, my nickname, and I felt whole.
I Saw You...
“Again, Cheesy? Quit watching me sleep, you perv,” Slim grumbled, her face burrowing deeper into the crook of my neck. We were at her house, in bed, after a long night of making up. We’d done a lot of fucking—loving each other—but not much talking.
And while the reunion had been motherfucking fantastic, there was one more thing I needed to address. All night, after she’d gone to bed, I’d thought of just how to broach the subject.
Grand gesture?
A simple demand of compliance?
Drag her ass against her will?
All viable options, to be honest.
“Get up.” I nudged her, but received a grunt in return. With a bit of maneuvering, I draped the rest of her body over mine and closed my eyes. She’d wake up sooner or later. How she’d react would be on her. I’d wait for her to catch up.
I Saw You…
A flick to my lip.
Tap to my forehead.
Annoyed huff.
All came from the now awake woman above me. Straddled across my hips with her warm and minty breath caressing my lips, I could get used to this. Her small wet tongue traced my bottom lip from one end to the other before nipping it. Hard.
“Wakey, wakey, Cheesy.” It was said on a low moan. Another bite, and I bucked my hips. The sting caused me to swell beneath her, pussy lips parting—nestling the head against her clit. It quivered, and she pressed down harder. “You have some explaining to do.”
Her Ricky Ricardo sucked. Amusing as hell, but sucked nonetheless.
“Do I?” My hands wandered up her thighs, a slow tease while she rocked over my cock. Slow rolls that spread her warm juices over my dick. Bathed me in her sweet essence.
“Open those pretty blue eyes, Chester.” Crooning, her voice went low and sultry. Held that little bit of breathiness that drove me crazy. “Please, baby.”
I opened them, and the sight that greeted me made me smile. A soft and warm Slim looked down at me. “Can I help you? Was trying to sleep.”
“What? Don’t like being watched?” Jesus, even being a pain in the ass, she was the most gorgeous thing in my world. “To be honest, I could watch you all day after…” Arianna trailed off, a tiny hint of pink coloring her cheeks.
Curiosity was a bitch, and I had to know what caused that color to bloom there.
The hands splayed on her thighs grasped them and in one quick flip, switched our positions. Now, she lay beneath me with her cherry red lips parted and hair fanned out over the pillow I’d slept on. Fuck, she was exquisite.
Beautiful in a way that left me feeling almost inferior.
“What has you blushing, Slim?” Nuzzling her nose with mine, I kissed her lips. “Talk.”
“Nothing.” Spoken too quickly, and the pink turned darker. “Not a damn thing.”
“Liar.” Lower, I brushed my lips across her neck and collarbones before settling at the center of her chest. Breathing labored, the movement brought the soft flesh closer. Her scent intoxicated my veins, and I wanted her all over again. “Tell me or I’ll…”
My fingers traversed her short frame, tickling the area of her ribs with each swipe. Writhing, she tried to push me off, but I lay more of my weight on her. From hips to chest we were pressed against the other.
“No!” She giggled, her hips bucking, trying to throw me off. Naïve little Slim. That would never work. “Stop it, please.”
“Answer my earlier question. Why the blush?” My fingers dug in deeper, right at the edge of where her breasts and ribs met. Peals of laughter escaped her, loud and full of lightness. Gone was the sadness in her eyes. Last night had changed more than just the status of our relationship. Arianna now understood just how committed I was to her. Soon, it’d be her turn.
“Fuck, okay. Just stop. I’ll tell you.” I stilled above her, hands poised at the ready to attack. “You’re an asshole…anyone ever tell you that?”
“Every day. What’s your point, babe?” Smirk in place, I cupped her breasts and swiped a finger across each nipple. Watched enraptured as the tiny bud tightened and her back arched, offering herself to me on a silver platter.
“I hate you,” she grumbled with a hint of a whine. Ari brought her left hand up to push me back and off, when the sun glinted and caught our attention. The pretty bauble shined and a few iridescent rays danced off the cut stone. “You moaned my name, and that made me blush.” Spoken so fast and high in pitch, I almost missed half of what she’d said. Her eyes didn’t look up at me; instead, she focused on her hand opening and closing. Multiple times she did this, as if in search for the reality she’d thought escaped her.
“Ask me.” Gone was the playfulness and laughter inside the room. Here, inside the quiet of her house, we were at a crossroads that I wanted her to take with me. “Ask me, Arianna.”
“What’s this?” And there you have it. The elephant in the room finally being addressed. Watery jade eyes met my happy blues and stared. Waited for some sort of an explanation to a question that was pretty self-explanatory.
“Marry me.” Two words. Nothing more needed to be said.
“Are you fucking with me?” While the words were harsh, her eyes were glinting with unshed tears.
“Marry me.” Didn’t acknowledge the idiocy she just said. “I love you, Slim, and want to spend the rest of my life—whatever God graces me with—with
you
. Our lives joined.” Lips parting, she took in a deep breath and let it out slow, tried to find the right words to answer. Problem was, I wasn’t done with this speech. Placing a single digit over her lips, I shook my head. “Let me finish, okay?”
“But—”
“Shhhh.” Grasping the hand wearing my ring in one of mine, I brought it to my lips and kissed the sign of my devotion. “Been practicing this speech since last night…” I admitted with a sheepish shrug “…the least I deserve is a chance to show off my verbal prowess.” That earned me a chuckle and a stray tear, which I wiped away. “Old and crotchety in a nursing home or with a hot nurse wiping our asses, I want to experience it all with you. Grow old and look back at the years of memories while I chase your saggy butt down the hallways in our retirement home.”
“Can we enjoy our youth? Must everything be when it’s falling off or in desperate need of an upgrade?” Fucking brat, and she knew it too.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” I growled out and nipped the tender flesh of her bottom lip. “I want us to travel the world and experience life. Live, not just take it for granted. Get to love you on a different continent. Help you grow, expand your empire, and see the happiness it’ll bring. Equals in a never-ending game of chess. All I want is for you at the end of the day to be my queen, the mother to my future children, and my equal in every sense of the goddamned word, Slim. Marry me?”
“Yes.” One word opened the door to our future. I kissed her with every bit of the love I had for her. Showed her with my body that this man would provide for and fight each day to make her smile.
Her hips shifted then against mine, and I grunted at the feel of her soft, wet heat. A small jerk of my own, and I was inside her. Rocking into her with slow and precise thrusts, I wanted to savor this moment, remember the day I made love to my wife for the first time.
Fuck that fiancé shit, she was mine.
Her hands found purchase on my shoulders, fingernails digging in and breaking skin. It burned in the best of fucking ways, a little pain with pleasure making me harder. The sun rays glinted off the princess-cut diamond and pulled my eyes away from her face. They settled on her ring finger, the one decorated by a symbol of my ownership; I kissed it.
“I love you.” There was nothing else left to say. Our bodies spoke what the other needed to hear. Each thrust cemented the bonds that became our foundation. Each moan expressed emotions that words could never begin to explain. But it was her completion, how she called out my name and shook beneath me, that tethered me to this earth for her.
I could never leave her.
I wanted to be her everything:
Rock star.
Best friend.
Husband.
Lover.
I wanted her to see me in the same light I saw her. My everything.
THE END…
But not for Tex and Ashley. Those two are just beginning.
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About the Author:
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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