Crown's Chance at Love (59 page)

“I will do everything in my power to make sure you know how incredibly cherished you are. That you know exactly what you mean to me every moment that we have together,” I whisper against her smiling lips.

I grab her hand as I lead us towards the bedroom closing the room door behind us, turning on one of the soft side table lamps. The room has a soft glow to it and she looks incredibly beautiful. I kiss her softly and she lets me take the lead. I love this about her. It’s not a power thing with her. She doesn’t want to have the upper hand, she just wants me to be me and I love her for it.

I look at her and my hands move to her hair and I start to take down the bobby pins that have been holding her beautiful maple brown locks in a low lying bun at the side of her neck. She just stands and lets me. Watching me. Her eyes sweet and caring are hooded with desire. Once her hair is down at her shoulders her fingers go to my chest unbuttoning each button from my dress shirt. She does this all while staring at my eyes never taking her eyes off of mine. Her eyes don’t move from mine until all of the buttons are undone and she glances at my chest. Her eyes get dreamy and hungry. I love the look she gets when she sees me without a shirt on. The way her face lets me know she really likes what she sees. For that look alone I would make sure to dedicate an hour a day at the gym for the rest of my life, if it would assure me she would always look at me that way.

We don’t say a word as her small cool hands go beneath my shirt at my pecs and slide up my shoulders, sliding my shirt off. She steps in closer. Her eyes having lost it’s sweetness are now completely hooded with hunger and desire. Light fingertips trace my collarbone, her eyes follow the skin she is exploring slowly. Fuck if it doesn’t make me harder. My body reacts to her like an eighteen year old boy, instead of a forty year old man. Making me hard with anticipation as her fingertips lightly graze over my nipples drawing lazy circles at the center of my chest, they head lower to my navel. Finally they reach my abs to right above where my dress pants lay on my hips and I toss my head back and swallow hard.

She unbuttons my dress pants, slowly, gently bringing down the zipper letting my pants fall to the floor. I kick them away with my black boxer briefs as I take off my shoes and socks.

I look at her and she shivers. Goose bumps covering the bare skin in that sexy as hell dress shows off. My hands return the favor but to where her fingertips were lightly grazing over my skin, mine go deeper moving from her wrists up to her shoulders. She shivers and she closes her eyes. Her mouth parts opens as she tries to control her quickened breathing.

Once I get to her shoulders I reach over, my arms wrapping around her, but not touching her. Not yet. I know she can feel the heat of my body and anticipation crackling between us like fireworks. I pull the zipper of her dress down, letting her gown fall to the floor. Standing there in front of me completely naked makes my mouth run dry. Her creamy skin looks like silk. Her hair is in slight waves down at her shoulders. I look at her eyes hooded with desire, and damn I am so hard I could pound fucking nails. She’s been completely naked underneath the whole night.

I close the space between us, kissing her cheek moving towards the corner of her mouth. She quickly opens for me, and I kiss her hard. My hands going to her hair, pulling her even closer to me. Her breasts smashed up against my chest.

***

Sabrina

His mouth is hard and punishing. Starving. He bites my lower lip and I return the favor. I want him so much. I can feel how wet I am, almost dripping with only his hands in my hair. His body is now pressed next to mine as close as we can possibly be. His thick hard dick is poking my belly, and my hands are on his chest roaming to his shoulders stroking and kneading his heated skin. Our moans and rapid breathing are the only things that can be heard in the room. I press my knees together to give my aching clit some relief but it doesn’t work. I need him to touch me so badly. I am about to beg him for his touch when he abruptly stops kissing me. His hold on my hair slacking and he looks at me. His pale blue eyes on me are filled with so much happiness and hope. I can tell he is having a tough time trying to find his words.

“What’s wrong Mike?” I whisper.

“In the limo we didn’t use…” he starts to say, and I nod.

“I know.” I say my voice a little choppy from the heavy breathing, my knees a little weak as his hands wander to my tummy. His strong thick fingers touching my skin feel so good against my skin.

“I don’t want you to worry, I’m clean. I can get you proof,” he says seriously and I believe him.  I try to ignore his distracting fingers as they caress the skin on my hips.

“I know. I’m safe too… I can get proof too.” He nods acknowledging at what I’m saying and now it’s my turn to talk.

“Mike… I’m not on the pill.” His fingers move to my sex lightly grazing the skin on my bare mound. I want to have him touch me, but I know we have to have this conversation.

“I know,” he says. I stare into his eyes and I feel like I am drowning in the most beautiful blue pools I have ever seen. His eyes are clear. Exposing everything and hiding nothing. For the first time he is completely emotionally naked.

“I don’t want anything between us,” he says leaning down his forehead on mine closing his eyes. Almost like he is having an internal battle with himself. “I want to enjoy feeling us together, with nothing between us. But I know it’s too much of me to ask,” he says gruffly as a finger slips into my wet folds.

My mind fogs. Part of me just wants to give into him and let go and let him please me. God I want so badly to be selfish at this moment, but I need to make sure we stand clear with one another before things get hot and heavy all over again like they had in the limo.

“Mike,” I whisper, “look at me… please baby open your eyes.” And he opens his eyes. His finger slips out of me and I want to cry at the empty feeling left behind. His hands go back to my hips pulling me so close, that now I have to look up at him.

“Make love to me, I need you. I don’t want anything between us either,” I say and I’m completely sure.

I know it might be stupid of me, but I need him. I need to feel him take me slowly. Loving me the way I know only he can without any barriers between us. I know it’s risky. I’m not naïve enough to believe he’s going to change overnight. The thing is I don’t want him to change. I just want him to let me in, and damn me but I believe he wants to make the future he saw come to life. I want what he saw, I want everything with him. I want a life with the brightness and colors he has brought to life for me. I want to argue and disagree with him. I want long nights whispering random facts about ourselves, because we want to have the other person know us better than anyone else and vice versa. I want what he gave me because without him everything has seemed monotone. He is what makes me feel alive. But I need to give him a chance to back away, in case that’s what he needs.

“Unless you think it’s too risky, we can cool down right now. In the morning I’ll head to the pharmacy and take the morning after,” I say, giving him the out. I know it’s horrible of me, letting him be the one to decide, putting it all on his shoulders.

He frowns, almost scowling at me.

“I was serious about what I want with you Sabrina,” he says, his voice deep and rich and completely sincere. The sincerness in his voice lifts my heart higher.

“I know so was I. But there is no reason why we have to start trying now. I mean well you know,” I ramble nervously.

“I’m forty,” He blurts, his eyes wide and I almost want to laugh.

Not only at his remark but at the situation as a whole. Standing here completely naked, talking about this. Usually people talked about this at other times, more reasonable times, didn’t they?

“I know babe, and I am thirty-six. It might be more complicated to even get it to happen.”

“It will. Even if it doesn’t, it doesn’t change anything. I want everything with you,” he says. He goes and cups my face, his hands slightly shaky.

“Baby this isn’t a proposal, because when I do it, it’s going to be right. I want to marry you. This is where I see this going. No fucking joke. No more games. Just us and the kids forever. For however long that is, I want you by my side from now on.”

Hearing him talk, I smile on the inside. He says he isn’t romantic and the hearts and flowers type but damn when he is sweet he is so achingly sweet. I bite my lip so that I can keep the tears at bay.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“No morning after pill Sabrina. If anything comes from it. It’d be a good thing, I know it’s a lot to ask but…”

“Okay,” I repeat, but it’s like he is so completely nervous, he can’t seem to process me agreeing with him.

“I know it’s not going to be easy, but we will work together, make it work…”

“Okay,” I repeat smiling now.

“I want you to trust in me that I won’t mess this up, because baby I won’t.”

“Mike,” I say a little loudly, holding his face. “I said okay.”

I smile at the surprise in his face. Then I see his expression change as he gets what I am saying. I’m okay with whatever happens. If we make a baby, I’d be over the moon. I want everything with him. He finally smiles. Gifting me with one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen him smile, making him look younger almost boyish.

“Okay”, he says his eyes completely full of happiness and joy, his voice husky with desire.

He leans in and kisses me. The heat and desire we had kindled up before our conversation hadn’t dissipated. If anything now that things were clearer, I’m hotter than ever for him.

Wordlessly we both go to the bed. Smiling we lie on our sides looking at the other, kissing lightly, touching one another’s body like we have all the time in the world as we lay in the middle of the bed. He lifts his body over mine. Relishing in the way his weight feels on me. His arms over my shoulders his mouth goes to my collarbone, spreading tiny feather light kisses all over. My nipples tighten, beading up for attention. Soft moans escape my mouth as I feel his mouth slowly go lower. Taking one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking lightly I arch my back towards him.

“Mike,” I say breathlessly.

“Slow baby… slow tonight,” his voice commands in that husky tone that makes me wet and completely weak for him.

“Baby…” I start to say but my mind clouds over in lust and need as he switches moving to the other nipple, and repeating his slow torture. One of his hands roam lower to my hips and I can feel his fingers digging into my skin. His fingers digging into my skin, feels so fucking good, so hot. Almost as if he is branding me and staking his claim. In a primal way it is one of the sexiest things he has ever done to me. His open mouth kisses move lower and I am so delirious in the pleasure of his mouth I am shocked when his mouth reaches my pubic bone. My heart is racing, aching need building. His tongue licking my slit, I gasp and lift my hips without thinking. His hands are on my hips while his talented mouth drives me crazy. He is giving me so much, driving me higher and higher, I can barely think or breathe.

His name is on my lips when he drives me over the edge embarrassingly fast. I open my eyes, only to see him looking at me, his mouth and chin glistening with my wetness. He kisses his way up my body until his mouth is on mine. I can taste myself on his lips and it turns me on. I feel him at my entrance, wrapping my legs around his waist our eyes locking on one another. Silently without a word he slowly goes in. Breathing in deep, I moan softly as he fills me completely.

He stands still, his hands one each side of my face, our eyes lock, I can’t stand it. I know he is trying to give me a moment to stretch to his size, but I need him. Lifting my hips up, I hear him groan, his face showing how good it feels as he goes in deeper. Finally he starts to move. Driving in and out of me, with slow controlled strokes, he drives me insane. I don’t know how it is possible after just having had an orgasm, thanks to his mouth, but now he is driving me higher and closer to another. My arms go to his shoulders, wrapping around them, our foreheads touching as his pace quickens.

“Fuck baby,” he growls. “You feel so fucking good…” he whispers, his words making me wetter.

“I love how you feel in me. Please Mike… don’t stop… please…” I beg as he pulls out only to slam into me. Our loud moans and breathing fill the room.

“Baby… I… Shit baby you feel so fucking good. Tight as fuck, you’re so wet. Shit I don’t know how long…”

“I’m with you Mike don’t stop,” I plead, then I feel his finger stroking and rubbing my clit. The sensation is so good and unexpected, I feel myself coming, going so high. Waves of pleasure and passion are hitting over and over. His name is on my lips and I barely recognize his own release as I feel him pulsating inside of me; a flooding warmth quickly follows.

When my senses come back to me, Mike’s body is on mine. My hands are on his upper back lightly stroking his skin as we catch our breath. My eyes are heavy. Completely sated from the pleasure he just brought me and exhausted from the long day, I close my eyes, telling myself it’s only for a moment. Only I drift into a deep and relaxing sleep.