Jesus, she’s so soft. I’ve never had a woman in my arms like this before. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her. So perfect and pure against my evil, hell-bound heart. All she wanted was to protect her family. Even when she thought I was going to kill her, her only thought was for her brother. How do I even hope to stand a chance with someone so precious?
It doesn’t matter. Deep down inside, I know she’s already mine. She has been since I saw her in the hall. Shit, she already was before that, it’s just neither of us knew.
I couldn’t let her go now, even if she begged me. If she tried to run, I’d have to chain her here like the monster she clearly thinks I am. I’d have to hold her against her will until she stopped trying to get away.
I’m just hoping it doesn’t come to that.
“Come on.” I drop my hand to her lower back, pulling her hard in to me as I walk us backwards to the couch. She must be able to feel my cock right now, pressing up and into her, straining at the waistband of my pants. “Sit.”
I lower her onto the couch, expecting her to pull away, to cross her arms over her chest defensively, to turn feral and try to claw my eyes out. Anything. Instead, she clings to me like I’m the only safety in the world right now. I drop to my knees as I place her onto the seat, her arms wrapped around my neck as her breathing returns to normal.
“Please don’t let me go,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can...I need to know you’re here.”
She turns to me, eyes dilated with fear, lips parted just a little, chin tipped down, bringing her forehead so close to mine, hair falling around her features. Her breath stills and my hand moves on its own, wrapping around the back of her head, pulling her forward.
The kiss is everything. Everything I’ve ever dreamed. Her lips are so soft, so warm, slightly salty with her tears, mixing with the cherry sweetness of her lip gloss. She mewls into my mouth, turning her head, and our teeth clash together hard. I move forward, forcing her back on the couch, and she brings her legs up, wrapping them around my waist. I feel her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt as our tongues twist and tangle, my arms planted to either side of her, holding me steady above her.
Atlanta Smoke.
Such a perfect name. It’s like she’s dragged me from the smog of my existence, shown me the hazy sunlight and promised I’ll walk into a new day, if only I’ll let her lead. No woman has done this. No woman has cast a light on my shadow. Not until now. Others have tried, of course. I’ve been sent prostitutes as birthday gifts, I’ve had women fling themselves at me, seeing me as a powerful ally. The wives of enemies have propositioned me as a way to screw over their husbands.
Perhaps some of them even found me attractive. Who knows.
I’ve ignored them all. Sent them away, untouched and unused. Never thought about them again. But not her.
“I’ve never...I’m sorry, I know what I came here for, but...” Atlanta’s words are staccato, interrupted by my lips as I move down her face, kissing her chin, her throat, the dip in her clavicle.
I nod. “Of course not,” I say, simply speaking my thoughts out loud, not censoring them the way I normally do. “You were waiting for me, just as I was waiting for you. How could this be so perfect if either of us had felt it before? It couldn’t, baby. We were made for each other. We were made for this moment.”
“No.” She shakes her head, and I capture her lips with mine as I reach down, scrunching her tiny dress between my fingers and lifting it, making her squirm as my rough hands graze the delicate flesh of her waist. “Don’t lie to me, Leo. Please.”
“No lies, sweetness. Never with you.”
I move down, kissing one puckered nipple through the pink fabric, then the other. Then further down still, her bared stomach, the smooth skin of her pelvis. Tiny white panties that are stuck to her, damp and darkened by her own release. I inhale deeply, drawing in their perfection, the intoxicating scent of her.
“All for me,” I murmur as I wrap my fingers into the string waistband, clumsily tugging at them, revealing bare, pale flesh, a little tuft of short blonde hair.
Atlanta doesn’t even hesitate, raising her ass off the couch to let me slide her thong down her thighs, legs spread enough for me to see the glistening pink heaven waiting for me. I growl at the sight, even as my hands continue to move, stripping the panties from her, down her legs, over her high heels and tucking them into the pocket of my pants. They’re mine now, and she’ll have to shoot me for real to take them back.
She tries to close her legs, but I force myself back between them, caressing her thighs, the backs of her knees.
“Leo...”
“I’m here, baby.”
Her hand reaches out and I take her wrist, guiding her to my face, kissing the backs of her fingers. Then I move her hand to her cunt, cup her fingers with my own and begin to massage. She doesn’t resist, and for a moment I just watch her move, body squirming a little as she starts to build the pressure, little hitches in her breathing telling me that she’s finding her rhythm. Then I lean in.
While she masturbates, I add my tongue to the mix. I run the tip over her soft petals, marveling at the strength of her flavor, the heavy sweet sharpness. I hook my first finger into her opening, making her mewl and writhe, and lick the backs of her knuckles as her cream starts to flow.
Her clit is swollen, and I take it into my mouth, suckling until she starts to cry out.
“Leo, please. I can’t...can’t hold back...need to stop.”
I shake my head, gently nipping at her bud, pushing my finger deeper, withdrawing it, tongue flattened against her soft lips. “Soak me, angel. Make me yours. I want to taste you.”
“Oh, god.”
I kiss her fingers as they move faster, squelching now in her wet pink dreamland. Part of me wishes I was inside there now, my cock seated deep, thrusting in and out. To make her mine already, to pump my seed right into her womb, to fuckingbreedher... Jesus, it would be the culmination of my entire life.