Forever Mine (Providence Series Book 1) (18 page)

As I began to come down, I felt his fingers slowly inside me and his tongue flicking soft licks until I couldn’t stand it and like last night I started to pull away making him laugh. He was still too close to me, though, and I groaned and couldn’t stop the full body shudder that wracked me as I threw my arm over my eyes and whined, “Stop!”

Still laughing quietly, he kissed his way up my body stopping to lick gently around my belly button before continuing. Using his hair I gently tugged him up to my mouth, but as he passed my breasts, he got side tracked and gently sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, before kissing across to the other one to give it the same attention.
 

Giving his hair a more forceful tug, I pulled him up to my mouth; lunging up from the bed to kiss him before he could say anything. Sucking his tongue into my mouth, I wrapped my legs back around his hips and gently squeezed, bringing him closer to me as I swept my hand down his side, around his back and to his firm butt cheek, before moving it back to his front where I followed the heaven trail down his abdomen.
 

Placing him at my entrance, I tilted my pelvis until the head was just inside me, and then using my legs; I pulled him inside me; the delicious burning feeling making me gasp.

“Fuck Maya,” Ren growled. “Are you alright?”

I nodded my head and opened my eyes to look at him. I could see him looking down at our connection and when I looked I could see he was only about a quarter of the way inside me. Groaning, I started to wiggle from side to side helping my body adjust to him.

“Stay still, please stay still,” he pleaded with me looking up into my eyes.
 

The burn was fading, and I wanted more of him so, looking into his eyes, I started to squeeze slightly, encouraging him to move. Correctly reading my signals, he slowly withdrew and then thrust forward, before doing it again. A couple of thrusts later, his hips hit me, and he bottomed out inside me causing both of us to groan at the same time and my head to go flying back. I felt him kissing down my neck until he had to raise his upper body slightly and bend as he reached my breast where he gently caught my nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, increasing the pressure of his teeth slightly. I lifted my head and looked down at his intense gray eyes looking up at me. Just as his teeth became too uncomfortable, he swapped them for his lips and sucked hard causing my body to buck and my muscles to clench as he began to slowly withdraw from me. I’d been expecting a slow thrust to match it, so when he thrust hard into me, I screamed and clawed my nails down his back making him groan.

“Sorry,” I moaned, feeling bad for abusing him.

“Do it again,” he growled looking back down at me, as I scratched him again on the next thrust and the speed of his thrusts increased. “Fucking mine,” he whispered.

I could feel the tension reaching breaking point, with my legs wrapped around his hips, one hand holding his ass and the nails of the other firmly imbedded in his back.
 
My head thrashed from side to side as I almost hit breaking point.
 
His muscles were tense underneath my hands and legs, and I knew he was close, which was confirmed when he whispered painfully, “fucking come Maya!”

Moving my hand round, I followed the same heaven trail of hair down his abdomen as before, until I reached where we were joined. Placing my index and ring finger either side of our connection, I used my middle finger to rub, panting the whole time. I opened my eyes and saw Ren looking down at what I was doing, and when he growled loudly, I flew over the peak screaming.
 

I could feel myself clenching tightly around him and heard a groan, but the feeling of flying and melting at the same time took over. I’d never felt anything like the two orgasms that Ren had already given me, but this one was life changing. My muscles were still clenching, and I could feel him pulsing as my body melted beneath him leaving me breathless. I felt his mouth against my neck and another groan vibrate against me as he moved slightly. Both of us were trembling and trying to catch our breaths as we panted against each other. I started to gently run my fingertips up and down his back, feeling him shiver now and then until suddenly he stiffened and his head shot up. I don’t know why I remembered it then, but this guy was a seasoned ‘fuck-any-hole,' as Amy and I called them, what if I was just another notch? I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I slowly looked up at him and saw him looking worried.

“Fuck Maya, I’m sorry,” he moved quickly as I let go of him and I raised my hands to push my hair off my face.

Letting out a puff of a laugh, I looked at him and shrugged, anything more than that, and I’d cry. No way would I let this pathetic, low life, bastard-faced, admittedly big dicked, asshole know how crushed I was.

“Fuck baby, how can you be so calm?” He cupped my face with both hands and looked me in the eyes. “I would never disrespect you like that. Are you on the pill?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, frowning until I caught on. The tension left me in a gust, and I moved my hands to hold onto his wrists. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I’ve never…” I was trying to reassure him, but his hand clamped over my mouth stopping me from going any further.

“Do not finish that,” he scowled down at me. “The only man who has been here is me. No one before and there sure as shit will be no one after,” then he leaned down and kissed me. “Does this mean I get you like this all the time?” He murmured against my mouth.

I had no idea what he meant and tried to tilt my head in question, but it was impossible. What I hadn’t heard yet was his confirmation that he was clean too. I mean come on; sure it could be an issue for me, but I was pretty certain that he had had a hundred times the amount of partners that I’d had which wasn’t giving me a warm feeling at the moment. I pushed his hand away and scowled at him, still waiting for him to give me the reassurance that I needed.
 

“Well?” I prompted when he said nothing.

“Well?” He repeated frowning in confusion.
 

“Can you please tell me that you’re at least clean first?” I whispered, the realization that he had fucked so many women that his sexual health was a major worry hitting me fully.
 

He took in my emotional state, and his hands once again moved to hold my face in place as he bent so his mouth was right next to mine and I could see his eyes clearly in the minimal light.
 

“I swear on everything I hold dear Maya that I’m clean; I would not even touch you if I wasn’t.” He pulled back, looked up and took a deep breath before he regained his previous position close to my face so I could once again see his eyes. “I know I haven’t been an angel,” he said, making me wince before he moved his thumb to gently stroke my cheek, “but God I wish I had been. I haven't been with anyone in a while, and from the moment I saw you I didn’t want anyone else, and I can promise you that. I know I have a lot of proving to do, but when you get scared and your thoughts run away, please please remember that.”

“Okay,” I whispered, leaning up and kissing him; feeling the tension leave his body completely as his breath gusted out of him in relief and skimmed across my chest.

“Okay,” he repeated back, before lifting the top of his body up a bit and looking down at where we were joined again. He slowly looked back up at me with a cheeky grin on his face. “Now, how long do you need to recover?” As he started to slowly withdraw and then push back into me, making me laugh and both of us groan as my muscles tightened around him.

16

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May
a

I was in the kitchen making breakfast,
well brunch, after Ren’s stomach had roared at me. We’d hardly had any sleep as he kept turning to me in the night.

I’d woken up at 7 am moaning and moving my hips in my sleep, and quickly realized that it was because Ren had decided to play while I slept. He started to do that awesome come hither movement with his fingers and before I could even take my next breath I was screaming out before he gently turned me onto my front, lifted my hips up and made me scream again into my pillow. The things that this man could do to my body literally left me breathless; it was like he had a psychic link to every part of my body and knew exactly what I needed to push me over the edge.

The sun was shining through the blinds so he could see my ass in all of its glory' something that would normally make me feel uncomfortable and awkward. Let's face it unless you’re a Kardashian; every woman is a bit self-conscious about her booty. With Ren, though, none of that mattered. The only sounds in the room were us panting and the slaps of our flesh meeting which ratcheted my arousal up even higher as he started to grind with every thrust. My arms gave way, and I fell forward onto my shoulders with my hands either side of my face on the bed. One hand landed beside mine on the mattress, and he moved it on top of my hand and threaded his fingers through mine, while leaning over me and moving his other hand down my body until he reached my nub and started to rub it, gradually increasing the pressure until it pushed me over the edge. Clenching, I turned my face into the mattress and groaned, feeling him pulse inside of me.
 

His head was resting between my shoulder blades, and he was panting as I came back around.

“If we keep going like this, we’ll be dead within a week,” I gasped, squeezing the fingers of the hand that was on top of mine. His other hand had moved to the other side of me head to take his weight when he’d collapsed.
 

He puffed out a laugh onto my back making me groan again, every part of me still felt sensitive, like I had an electric current going through me.
 

“Either that, or we’ll build up enough stamina to fuck even more,” he said gruffly.
 

I flinched slightly when he said the word ‘fuck’ because it had felt more to me than that, but I’d be damned if I’d let him know that it hurt me that he’d belittled what we had like that.
 

He’d felt my reaction though and kissed the middle of my back gently. “I don’t mean it like that baby. Even when we’re fucking it's making love, but although I say, ‘making love’ in my head; I’m not the kind of guy who calls it that out loud. You mean more to me than any woman that I’ve ever….”
 

I liked what he was saying, but like him last night I couldn’t listen to the rest of that sentence, so I flipped over quickly and put my finger on his lips and said loudly, “I get it,” nodding to emphasize my point. Ren laughed, and I scooted off the bed towards my bathroom.

I walked back into the bedroom after I’d cleaned up to see him lying on the bed in his boxers waiting for me.

“Sore baby?”

“A bit” I whispered. I felt a bit embarrassed because I’d never had this with a guy before. It felt overly intimate, but also crucial at the same time like we had an extra amount of trust between us.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but the possessive bastard inside of me is beating his chest,” he laughed.
 

After that we’d lay in bed whispering, asking stupid questions and getting to know each other better.

“Whats your favorite color?”

“Turquoise. You?”

“Red”

“Whats your favorite food?”

“Steak with shrimps. You?”

“Together?” My face had scrunched at the thought of eating those two together. I wasn’t a huge fan of red meat, but the shrimps had sounded great, I just couldn’t imagine taking a mouthful of steak with a piece of shrimp at the same time.
 

“Hell yeah! Gramps makes it, don’t knock it till you try it,” Ren said grinning at me. “Now, yours!”

“Bakewell tarts, oh and Cinnabon.” My mouth had started watering at the thought of both of them; I had a bad sweet tooth, and my ass and thighs hated me for it. Ren had loved the cherry Bakewell that I’d made the other night, and he hummed and smiled in agreement.

Our conversation continued for a while longer with him laughing at my ‘nocturnal pretzels’ as he called my sleep ninja moves. I was bad at moving when I was asleep, though, and his description was pretty perfect, so I laughed my ass off.
 

When Ren’s stomach roared at me like a silver back, I came down to start making him breakfast. I was the queen of muffins, but they took a long time to bake so I took the waffle machine out and put it on to heat up while I mixed up some batter. Ren was behind me pouring coffee into our mugs, and when I poured the batter in for the first waffle he groaned at the smell.

“Am I right in saying that you can really cook?” He asked setting my coffee down in front of me. I had been in a hazelnut flavor mood this morning, and again he hadn’t believed me about its yumminess; so when I heard him go, “Mmmm shit that's good!” I burst out laughing.

“Stick with me sunshine, and I’ll show you heaven,” I said copying what my Dad said to me when I did what Ren had just done.

He obviously picked it up in a different way, as he moved my hair off my neck, rested his prickly chin on my shoulder and rumbled, “that you have,” before kissing just under my ear and going to sit at the table.

After we had eaten, we debated what we should do with the rest of our day. I’d wanted to stay here in our cocoon, but Ren had given me the puppy eyes and asked me to stay at his tonight. Here’s where it got tricky. Yes I wanted to be in Ren’s space, I wanted to be in his bed, I wanted to be in his shower; but I didn’t want to sleep on a bed or be in a space where he’d fucked his way through America, and with my cousins. Everyone has a past, but when there're that many road miles on a bed, it's a bit off-putting.