Nothing could be better.
“You’re mine, Erica,” he says, his hand taking mine. “I couldn’t have dreamed a woman so perfect would be created just for me.
Tilting my head I look over at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes as he looks up into the sky, my cream still smeared across his face, the tone of his words clearly telegraphing that he’s addicted to me.
Which is absolutely not a bad thing, especially if he can do what he just did with his tongue a few times a week for the rest of my life.
I giggle at the thought.
“You think I’m joking?” he asks, squeezing my hand tighter as he rolls his head in my direction, his look dead serious.
“No. I just imagined how crazy this all is and what it can be.”
“Everything. That’s what it is and will be. Always.”
Still panting, trying to catch my breath I tell him just how incredible what we just shared was. “Sam, that was the most incredible sensation I’ve ever felt. The most amazing release, and not only sexually. It was cathartic on so many levels.”
He traces the tip of his thumb in my palm.
“Do you feel the same?” I ask.
“Absolutely,” he replies instantly. “And it’s only the beginning. Because I’m going to take it as my mission in life, hell it already is, to make you feel good. Amazing. Always. Just wait until you experience more, more of me just like I experienced you. Wait until that pretty little mouth of yours is wrapped around my thick cock and I show you my appreciation by spackling the back of your throat. Imagine what it’s going to feel like when I lose control, and you ride me trying to hold on as I come inside you, fill you with my spend, and we start a family together. And then do it again, every day for the rest of our lives.”
Leaning over I place my forearms on his chest and look into his eyes, smiling. “Has anyone ever told you you’re intense?”
“If they did it didn’t matter, but coming from you it means a lot.”
“Why? Why does it mean a lot coming from me?”
“Because you mean a lot, everything, to me. So I’m glad you can see I’m all in when it comes to us.”
“I can see that.” The back of his head comes off the ground and he kisses me.
In a world of Tinder hookups, casual sex and meaninglessly giving away yourself to another, his intensity, his obsession, his addiction is actually a breath of fresh air.
This isn’t a man who just wants to pump and dump me like a boy my age. This is a man who’s committed in a way most men, of any age, just aren’t. Add in the fact that he’s so darn attractive and it’s hard to fathom how I found him, and why he’s falling for me so hard so quickly.
Everything feels so right that I really don’t want to do it, but I can’t resist…something has to be off. Something.
It will reveal itself in time. I just hope it’s something small, because this has quickly become too perfect, something I don’t want to lose.
I just hope I don’t find out down the road that he’s got a screw loose…or worse.
9
Sam
Letting out a yawn, I watch the plane load on the apron at L.A.X., where I work as an air traffic controller.
Another night. Another shift.
But tonight is different. It’s hard to concentrate on my job, which requires constant focus and quick decision-making skills, because my mind is on her.
Erica.
After what happened last night just off Abbot Kinney I took her hand and we just walked around, enjoying the night. We laughed, naturally, which felt amazing.
But the funniest line of the night is when she asked me if it was safe to be out at night, to which I reminded her she was with me, and that quieted her worries.