“Sean.” I turn my head to meet his gaze. His eyes lock with mine. I’m in love with him. My mind screams it. This is right. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Why I’d saved myself. It was for him. In this moment I know he’ll never break my heart like I thought he might. No, this man would never let anything hurt me if he could stop it. He is even fighting himself right now.
“Cupcake,” he responds. His cock presses slowly inside of me. I lift my hands from the bed to his back, my fingers sliding down him.
“Do it.” I dig my nails into him. He closes his eyes, his forehead dropping to mine.
“You told me that first night you were mine. I’m yours too. Only yours,” he says as he thrusts inside me. His mouth falls onto mine and I wrap my legs around him. I feel a small pinch of pain but all my thoughts are on his words and what they mean to me. I feel nothing but sweetness. He is always saying I’m sweet. He’s the sweet one. “Say it again. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper against his mouth. I am his. There is no going back. I don’t think there has been since the first time I saw him. I might have tried to run for a second but I know I would have ended up right back here. He has me, all of me. Again, I try and move my hips, needing him to give me what I need.
“I’ve got you.” He pulls out, thrusting back inside me. Over and over again. The same pleasure grows again. I thought your first time was supposed to hurt. That sex got better with time. If it gets any better than this, I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it. Or ever want to get out of bed again.
My eyes stay locked with his, unable to look away. I watch the pleasure on his face as my own orgasm starts to rise. I don’t want this to be over already, but I can feel myself about to come.
“Baby, you’ve got to come for me.” I realize he’s waiting for me. He needs me to come before he’ll let himself have the same pleasure and I want to give him that.
“Yes.” I nod my head in agreement. I barely get the one word out.
“Then give it to me.” I cling to him. My nails dig more into his back. “Now,” he snaps in a tone I’ve never heard him use before. My body lights up as I come undone under him. This man really does own me. My body is under his control. Who am I kidding? I am under his control, too, and there is nowhere else in the whole world I’d rather be.
“Alyssa.” He groans my name as his warm release spills inside of me. I clench around him, my body still shaking from the orgasm. Not wanting to let go of him yet. He jerks over me. I feel more of him spill deep inside of me. I whimper, getting turned on all over again.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper into his ear.
“We’re never going to stop.” He nips my neck. His still hard cock inside of me starts to move again. “How’s your pussy?” he asks. I bite my lips, suddenly feeling shy. “Does it hurt?” He thrusts in and out. Suddenly he stops.
“Sean.” My voice comes out in a pout. I don’t mean it to.
“Tell me how your pussy feels.” He demands an answer.
“It hurts.” His face grows serious. He starts to pull from me but I wrap myself tightly around him. He’s not going anywhere.
“Not the way you’re thinking. It hurts for more. I can’t explain it. This ache.” I think I’ve wanted him for so long that now my body wants to make up for lost time. I’m starved for him.
“I won’t stop until I make the ache go away. I promise.” He starts to thrust again. I lick my lips, taking the pleasure he gives me. Taking away the ache that I know only he can cure.
19
Sean
“You always taste so damn sweet.” I kiss my woman, picking her up and sitting her on the counter in the back of the bakery.
“That’s because I eat my own products.”
I kiss her again. She’s wrong. Some of the sweetness might be from her cooking but I know a lot of it is all her. I think she puts a little of it in her cooking, too. Shit makes me jealous sometimes but I’ll learn to deal with it. This is her and Neily’s dream and I’d never come in the path of that. I only want to be a part of it.
“I gotta finish these cupcakes. There is nothing angrier than a mom thinking her little one isn't getting the perfect birthday cake.” She smiles up at me, not looking the least bit scared. Likely because she knows they’ll love whatever she creates. My girl is confident in her work and that shit is sexy as fuck.