PS... You’re Mine (9 page)

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losing my eyes tightly
, I fight the urge to keep my face buried in her neck. I don’t want to look at her, but I can’t deny her what she wants.

I look into her beautiful, soft brown eyes, letting her see me. All of me. Her eyes lock with mine, and I wait as they trail down my face and neck. She looks at every mark, then slowly brings her fingertip up to my face, tracing each scar with her gentle touch. Closing my eyes, I breathe in her scent as she explores me.

Having her under my body and rubbing her pussy against my hard cock was my undoing. When I first felt her move earlier, I couldn’t control myself and had her pinned beneath me before I thought about what I was doing. I was already on edge when she wrapped her little compact body around me when she was sleeping. It was like the most natural thing in the world for her to do. Then when she rubbed herself to an orgasm on my cock, I came all over her. The tip of my cock peeked out of the waistband of my underwear as she rubbed up and down, exposing some of me. When I felt her heat through my underwear and then the clenches of her orgasm, I pressed the tip of my cock to her panty-covered clit and came with her. The orgasm was fast and unexpected and did nothing to quench my desire for her. It was merely a small drop from the fountain of need I have for her. In fact, it just intensified it.

When I bolted from the room, I immediately regretted leaving her warmth, and turned, gripping the frame of the door to keep myself from going back in. I didn’t want to frighten her. Not only with the way I look, but by being some kind of animal and cumming on her like that. But the longer I stood out there, the more I realized that Noelle wanted me. She may not have seen the worst of me, but in her sleep she reached for me. And when she woke up, she still wanted to be near me.

Just as I was about to push the door open, there she stood, completely naked. I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing. I just scooped her up and took her back to the bed. I needed her under me, no matter the cost.

As I feel her fingers trail down my chest, I open my eyes to look down at her again. Pressing my hard, underwear-covered cock against her naked pussy, I grind down on her, needing another release.

“Alex,” she whispers, rubbing both of her hands across my chest.

“I have so many things I want to say, Noelle. I don’t know where to begin.” All these words and emotions are running through me, and I’m all jumbled up. I want to fuck her roughly against every available surface, and then I want to make love to her in all the same places. I want to tell her how much I need her and how addicted I am to her, but I don’t want her to reject me. I need to steal this time from her before she finds out how truly gone I am for her and leaves this cabin.

“Make love to me, Alex. Please.” Her eyes meet mine, and I can see need in them. I see something else, too, but I don’t know what it is. Lust? Something stronger?

“I…Noelle.”

“Don’t make me beg.” She laughs a little, running her hands through my hair and then down my face. Suddenly, she sobers a little, holding me tighter. “I’ve never done this before, but I need you, Alex. I feel it deep in my soul. I need you inside me.”

Fuck.

Her words shouldn’t break me in two, but they do. Knowing that she wants part of me inside her body, taking her first. I’ll be the last, too, if I have anything to say about it. Maybe I could chain her to me. Leave something of me inside her so she’ll never be free of me.

Leaning down, I take her lips in a passionate kiss, telling her with my body what I can’t say in words. I kiss down her chin and neck, licking the dip at her collarbone and running my teeth along the sensitive skin there. I feel her shudder under me as I move down, licking each of her nipples and biting the flesh of her breasts. My big hands squeeze them together, loving each one equally.

Noelle’s moans fill the room, and I shiver at her voice. It’s so erotic and sensual. It’s as if all the fantasies I’ve ever had of her reading to me have come to life.

“Talk to me, Noelle. Tell me all the things you want me to do to you. I’m addicted to your voice.”

As I lick down her stomach, still pinching her nipples as I move lower, she starts to tell me what she wants.

“Please, Alex. I need you between my thighs and licking my pussy. Don’t tease me. I’m so close to cumming just having you on top of me.”

Once again the sound of her voice soothes me and makes me impossibly hard. I move down between her legs, shouldering apart her thighs and making room for my broad body.

Pressing my face to her pussy, I inhale her sweetness. Her lower lips, already sticky from her earlier orgasm, dampen with need. I stick my tongue out and flatten it against her clit, giving her long thick licks. Her moans grow louder and louder as I taste her nectar, the flavor coating my tongue and intensifying my addiction. I growl against her pussy, thinking about how it’s untouched and how she wants me to be the one to take it for the first time.

I have no clue how someone so perfect is untouched. How has no one taken her as their own yet? I’ll lock her in my cabin and keep her forever.

Moving down just a little, I stick my tongue inside her, feeling a tight squeeze from her needy pussy.

“Baby, I don’t know if I’ll fit,” I say, kissing the inside of her thigh and moving back up to suck on her clit.

“Fuck!” she shouts, as the suction on her clit makes her back bow off the bed. “I’ll make it. I need you, Alex. Please.”

Biting down just a little on her clit, I flick my tongue across it a few times before I feel her start to tense up. Just as she’s about to orgasm, I press two thick fingers inside her pussy. I rub the sweet spot just inside her, and it only takes two strokes before she’s cumming on my fingers and in my mouth.

She reaches down, fisting my hair and screaming loudly as the fierce orgasm flows through her body. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, but I don’t move, still rubbing and sucking her off.

The taste of her orgasm is even sweeter than how she tasted before she came, and my cock leaks cum in response. He wants to have that sweetness coating him.

Once I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm from her, I give her sweet clit one last kiss and move up her body. I push down my underwear as I go, kicking it off, wanting to be naked with her. As I line my bare cock with her opening, it occurs to me that as she’s a virgin she probably isn’t protected.

I grab the base of my cock and hold myself there as I look into her eyes. She’s got a slight sheen of sweat across her forehead, and her cheeks are flushed from her powerful orgasm.

“I want you raw, Noelle. Nothing between us. I’ll take care of you if I get you pregnant, but I won’t wear a condom with you. Not ever.” She looks into my eyes, and after a second she licks her lips and nods. “I’ve never ridden bareback before, but I won’t have anything between us.” She nods again. I know I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in years. I didn't even have a desire to after the first time I heard Noelle’s voice. From that moment I knew another wouldn’t do. I thought I could never have her and was planning to be celibate for the rest of my life because I knew I’d never want another.

I lean down slightly so she doesn’t miss what I’m about to say. “I won’t pull out either. Once I get inside you, I’m cumming in you.”

Her breath catches, but once again she nods. I feel her lift her hips in invitation, and all I can hope is that my seed clings to her womb and I bind us together forever.

I press my cock to her opening, and at the first touch of her heat, I thrust in hard, breaking through her virginity in one movement. I didn’t want to cause her prolonged pain, so I thought popping her cherry in one thrust would be best.

Feeling her tense under me, I wonder if I did the right thing. I brace my elbows on either side of her head, rubbing her forehead and trying to soothe her with kisses. After a moment, the pain seems to ease, and she starts to clench around me.

Her pussy is tighter than anything I’ve ever felt, and it’s squeezing me almost to the point of pain. I have to grit my teeth and fight myself not to cum, not wanting to end this too soon.

I start to make small shallow thrusts, working my way up to fully moving in and pulling out. After a few more strokes, Noelle is moaning and scratching at my back, begging me to go harder. I bury my face in her neck and give her what she wants, all the while trying not to cum too soon.

I feel her legs go around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. I moan at the feeling of being inside her tight body. The sound of our sexes slapping the sticky passion between us is loud in the quiet room.

“Oh, God, Noelle.” I take her mouth again in a kiss like no other, trying to make her feel what I feel.

Her pussy clamps down on me one final time as her body explodes in an orgasm. I swallow her cries, wanting to devour her passion, as I thrust into her and release my own orgasm. I feel the cum pump out of me as her pussy squeezes it from my cock. My seed coats her unprotected womb, possibly making a baby to bind her to me.

The thought has me pumping even more cum into her, wanting her to be mine in every way.

Once we’ve both come down from our peaks, I kiss her lips softly and smile down at her. I feel like I’m floating, and at the same time I’m completely spent.

Not wanting to pull out of her, I roll us over so my big body isn’t crushing hers. She lies across my chest, and I play with her hair, whispering all the ways I’m going to love her body tonight.

“
T
hat was
…” I trail off, searching for the words for what that was. My body feels like Jell-O, and I have no desire to leave this spot for the rest of my life. His cock is still nestled deep inside me, as hard as he was when he first entered.

“Perfection,” Alex finishes for me, drawing my eyes up to his. I see a fire dancing in the deep blue depths. ‘Perfection’ works, but it was more than that. All of this feels…life-changing. He holds my stare this time, not looking away as he gives me a clear view of his face. The fire lends a glow to the room, letting me see all of what he’s been trying to hide.

I don’t want to hide. I’m sick of this game. Just like when I got naked and went after him, I’m going to throw my cards on the table. All or nothing. I can’t go back to what we had before. Not even just working for him, but being forced to have daily calls with him and not being with him would rip me in two. There’s no going back. I’ll just fling myself over the cliff and I pray he’s going to catch me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” His eyes widen a little at my words like he’s shocked by them. How he doesn’t get it, I have no freaking idea. Any red-blooded woman would want him. He’s beautiful in a rough manly kind of way. His scars only add to his whole appeal. After all the romance novels I’ve read, I seem to have found my own sweet, brooding, scared hero. I want to keep him, and I want him to want to keep me, too.

He said things when we were making love. How much of that was heat of the moment babbling, and how much was real?

“I’ve wanted you since the first time heard your voice. Before you ever even knew I existed,” he admits. The words he said to me when we were making love ring through my mind. “
Talk to me, Noelle. Tell me all the things you want me to do to you. I’m addicted to your voice.”

“You’re addicted to my voice?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah.” He rolls us both so I’m pinned under him again. “Your voice is where it started. Now I think I’m addicted to every part of you. Your eyes, your lips, your innocence, your body and the way you can talk to me for hours on end and just let me listen. The way you get comfortable in silence and the way your breath does this little hitch every time you do a narration and the hero says ‘I love you.’ All of it. Every part of it. I could go on for days.”

“But you…” I search my brain, trying to put everything together. So much of this has seemed one-sided for so long. “I didn’t think you wanted me.”

“Does this feel like I don’t want you?” His cock slides out of me a little and thrusts back in.

“You’re a man. The wind makes you hard,” I tease, wiggling my hips, wanting him to do that again.

“I hadn’t gotten hard since the accident until I heard your voice. Now I can’t seem to get
un
-hard.” The smile on his face lets me know that this doesn’t seem to bother him in the least.

That shouldn’t make me happy, but it does. That I have some special power—that only I can get him off—pleases me.

“What happened?” I reach up and touch one of his scars, and he leans into my palm, craving the feel of me.

“Wrong place, wrong time. Got hit by a car.”

“Oh, God.” Horror fills my voice, but he brushes his thumb across my cheek, soothing me.

“I’m fine. It happened years ago,” he says, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Is that why you’re all the way out here in the middle of almost nowhere?” I know his company is pretty big and he has a few other people working for him. I have to deal with them from time to time.

“At first, yeah. It’s kind of grown on me now. Life’s not so busy. I like the quiet a lot more than I thought I would.”

I know the feeling. I’ve always been a homebody. I just stay in the town so I can have some human contact from time to time. I know if I lived out in a beautiful cabin like this, I’d probably never see another soul until my mom came and dragged me from it kicking and screaming.

“Don’t you get lonely?”

“I was at first. Then I found you.”

“Liar, you hardly talk to me.” I playfully smack his arm.

“I don’t talk much because I want to hear you. If I’m talking, you’re not.”

“But I like hearing you, too.”

“Then I’ll talk until I can’t utter another word if it makes you happy. As long as you stay here with me.”

“You want me to stay here with you? Like, for the holiday?” My heartbeat picks up as I wonder what he’ll say.

“Yeah for the holiday.” He pauses for a second, and I see what looks like uncertainty creep into his eyes. “And after.”

“After?” I push, wanting more. It’s hanging in front of me, so close I can almost grab it. I want his words and for him to ask me to stay.

“Forever,” he finally says, and I can tell he’s worried what I might say. My chest fills with warmth, but it feels too good to be true.

“Is it too soon?” I know it’s a stupid question. Hell, we just had unprotected sex. Our baby could be growing inside me as we speak, but I need him to give me more. He’s hiding so much of himself from me. I want to know we’re on the same page, that he’s just as crazy about me as I am about him.

“I’ll make you so fucking happy, Noelle. I know you’re perfect for me. I’ve listened to you talk for hours on end. You’re it for me. I know it to my core, and I’ll spend every day showing you that I’m it for you. That we belong together.”

“Why aren't you using the audios I made?” The question has been hanging in my mind, and after all the sweet things he’s said to me, this one thing is still not adding up. He liked my voice so much, and he used me for so many jobs…

He blushes at my question like he’s embarrassed.

“I-I…
shit
.” He brushes a few strands of hair out of my face. “I didn't like the idea of others hearing you say all the sex stuff in the audios. I wanted it to just be mine.”

“You kept them for yourself?” He must have a stockpile of my audios hidden away. I don’t know why, but it is adorably cute. I wonder what he does with them. I’ll have to ask him later, for sure.

“God, this makes me sound crazy, but yeah, I kept them for myself. Seems I do a lot of things I shouldn't when it comes to you.” He says it like he has a few more secrets he’s keeping, and I want them. If we’re doing this, jumping into this so quickly, then I need to know it all.

“Are there more things I should know?” It should be freaking me out, but thinking that he’s been stalkerish makes me feel warm inside. Like he’s got all these little dirty secrets about me just for himself.

His grip tightens on me like I might try to get away from him. “I ran a check on you when I first found you. Learned everything I could. I also might have hired someone to watch you for me.”

“You have someone watching me?” Now that I can’t believe. Watching me would have to be the world’s most boring job. I maybe leave the house once a week, and that’s just to go to the store. I get everything pretty much just shipped right to my front door.

“I was worried someone would steal you,” he says with such certainly. He says it like it’s a real possibility that someone is really going to come and take me away.

“Steal me?” I don’t even know what to do with that.

“Yeah. If I had met you, I would’ve scooped you up and never let another man near you. I got scared you’d meet someone and then…” His words trail off. He doesn't even want to finish the sentence. I can see the uncertainly in his face. He’s scared I’m going to run from him now that I know the truth. But the grip he has on me won’t let me go anywhere, even if I wanted to.

Nope. He’ll never be rid of me now.