“You’re the most incredible mother. This whole time you’ve been protecting them, loving them. Just fucking amazing.”
I spread her legs, deciding she’s earned my attention on her most sensitive area—the part she’s been trying to push me toward with her hand in my hair and the arch of her back.
I lick up her slit.
“Jesus, Langston.”
There’s my girl.
I hold her legs apart as I find her clit with my tongue and swirl around it. She bends her knees, and her legs fall further open, giving me better access. My tongue pushes inside her, finding her soaking before I lick her clit again and again.
“You taste so sweet. And yet, you are the strongest woman I know.”
I slide two fingers inside her, intensifying her pleasure before I make her come. I barely push inside her before I feel her clenching around me. Her nails dig into my skull as she grips my hair. She moans and screams my name, but nothing for her feelings for me.
Before she’s finished her orgasm, I settle between her legs, and my cock slides inside her contracting pussy.
Her eyes roll back, but I kiss her lips calmly as I stop after one thrust inside her. I’m going to move slowly, so she feels everything. I want her to have time to feel every emotion and articulate them before I have her losing her mind.
“Look at me,” I say.
She takes her time, but eventually, her bright eyes are staring into mine.
I rock into her gently.
“You’re mine.”
She bites her lip at my words. I’m not sure she truly believes me.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
I nod, kissing her again as I slide through her slick walls again.
“And you’re mine,” she says, unprompted.
Good girl.
I rub my thumb over her clit in slow circles.
“You’re intoxicatingly beautiful.”
“You’re frustratingly handsome.”
Yes, this is how I get her to say ‘I love you.’ She’ll follow whatever I say, but can I tell her that I love her? Can I tell her and protect her at the same time?
My heart pounds wildly in my chest until I’m sure she can tell how nervous I am. I’ve never told a woman I loved her, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that I love Liesel. I always have; I’ve just been looking for any excuse that I can to not love her. Now, I can’t stop loving her.
“You were the first person to have a nickname for me,” I kiss her.
I rock into her as slowly as I can muster, trying to draw this out, but damn, is my cock obsessed with her. I won’t last nearly as long as I want.
“You are the only person to ever have a nickname for me,” she says against my lips.
I thrust harder.
“Only your kids could feel like mine.”