Until You're Mine (13 page)

Frantic need pulsed through every vessel in my body. My cock relentlessly throbbed and twitched, strongly pleading to be inside of her while eager fingers fisted my hair, pulling me closer. My name was a constant plea floating across her lips as she twisted and turned against the floor, falling apart beneath my tongue.

Licking her from my lips, I scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I walked over and pulled out one of the chairs from the table, sitting her down on my lap. With my cock wedged between us, I kissed and fucked her delicious mouth, debating.

“You on birth control?”

“Yes,” she breathed, reaching between us to wrap her fingers around me.

Jesus fuck, was I actually considering this?

“Trust me?”

Her wide eyes never left mine. “Absolutely,”

“Can I trust you?”

Nodding, she cupped my face. “Yes, with everything,”

There was so much meaning behind those three reassuring words, but I didn’t have time to think about it.

“Good, I’m goin’ in. Unarmed,” 

Her parted mouth and heavy eyes were all I could see, but I could
feel
every fucking thing.  And then it happened. Something inside of me c
licked
. The door unlocked and I was able to do what I never thought possible. I gave her the reigns.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck me hard. Ride that motherfucker off the goddamn cliff.” Her shallow breathing became hard heavy pants against my lips as she braced her feet on the rungs at the base of the chair. I fisted a handful of thick hair at the nape of her neck as she began to ride. That sweet pussy clamped down around my cock and I couldn’t stop the moan from creeping up my throat. She was tighter than ever, softer than ever.

More fucking beautiful than ever.

She found a steady rhythm, increasing her speed with every bounce of her perfect little ass. The slap of her thighs against mine, her slick pussy leaving more of her sweet juices behind with every glide, had my insides on fire.

“
Archer
,” A wicked moan filled the room. Pleasure like I’ve never known erupted, leaving tiny beads of sweat dotting my skin. My chest burned with emotion and my cock pulsed with need.

Yes, this woman would be the death of me.

After I caught my breath, I carried her through the kitchen, climbing the stairs to my bedroom. Stepping into the bathroom, I set her down and turned on the shower, adjusting the heat. When I turned back around she was standing there, already bathing in her sated glory, a satisfied smile tugging at her red lips. My dick jolted back to life and that same enduring warmth flooded my chest again. Who the fuck would’ve thought that coming inside a woman could be so goddamn significant? Who the hell am I kidding? This woman was clearly significant.

Refusing to think beyond here and now, I guided her into the walk in shower. Steam curled around us as we stood beneath the hot spray, gazing at one another. Our eyes saying far more than words ever could. I ran my finger down the beautiful garden of pink lilies and red tulips that sleeved her arm.

Smiling, her eyes darted to my grazing finger. “The lilies signify my faith and the tulips symbolize…” Dark chocolate eyes locked with mine and I swear to Christ, they fucking bled red. “
Love
,”

She’d done it, resurrected my lifeless heart right there in my own damn shower. My knees wobbled slightly before I locked them back in place. Shit, was this really happening? Do I let it happen or keep fighting?

Motherfucker!

I opened my mouth once, twice, but my mind could not fathom what my heart already knew.

Mine.

The word echoed repeatedly over and over, urging me to take her, keep her.

Love her.

While I stood there trying to rein in my emotions and figure out what the fuck I was going to do next, my beautiful girl took control. Desire weighted her promising eyes as she lathered the washcloth in her hand and then fell to her knees. She ran the cloth up and down both sides of my legs and inner thighs. My cock was already hard. Fuck, just looking at her got me hard, but right now, I was so fucking hard up for her I could hardly draw breath. Her hands were everywhere except where I was aching for them to be.

I cupped her hair matted cheek. “Touch me. Please fuckin’ touch me.” I was close to the edge already. Was it possible to come from
need
alone? Fuck, I didn’t want to find out. I needed her.

Right fucking now.

The cloth hit the floor with a loud slap then she reached back, rinsing her hands beneath the chilling spray. Cold hands found the base of my fire breathing cock and I nearly came on her gorgeous face. She wrapped her hot lips around me and my head fell back with a hiss. I tried not to think about her hand working me up and down as she slid me in and out of her heated mouth, but I lost all focus when her hand cupped my balls, massaging and scraping lightly with her nails. Looking down, I watched her pull back, lick her swollen lips and dip her head.

“
FuuuuuuucK!!!”

I’d clearly underestimated the power of a woman on her knees, with my nuts in her mouth.

Oh sweet fucking hell
…

That mouth had already worked a number on me, using it in every way possible to unlock the cage around my guarded heart. Now she’d gone even further, and found a way into my goddamn soul.

Her fingers tightened, moving the skin back and forth as I throbbed inside the palm of her hand. Wrapping her silky lips around the head of my cock once more, she moaned with pleasure. She began to move.

Wet and wild.

Up and down.

Back and forth.

My thumbs skated across her cheeks, and I watched in complete wonder as chill bumps rippled across her cool skin. “Fuck, baby you look so good with me in your mouth,” Holding her head in place, I began to move my hips. “Hands on my legs,”

Steadying her hands at the tops of my thighs, she gripped them firmly. I could feel the tiniest bite of her black nails scrape across my sensitive skin, pulling me closer. Sliding in and out of her hot ass mouth, I found an acceptable rhythm. Her lips relaxed around me as she surrendered to my thrusts. I slid to the back of her throat with a strained push. I didn’t want to hurt her…I just wanted to climb inside of her. The more I fucked her mouth, the more she let me. I buried myself on the final thrust, her throat swallowing continuously around the head of my cock as I came. One word thundered against the tiled walls. 

MINE
.

When we finally climbed into bed, dawn had begun to peek over the forest of trees outside my bedroom window, casting soft morning light across her face. Propping my head up on my hand, I could barely hold my eyes open but I couldn’t seem to stop looking at her. Couldn’t stop wondering how she got here. I rubbed at the ache in my chest. The only woman I ever loved ripped apart my heart and shattered what I thought was a perfect life. After what she’d done to me, I was certain I could never come back from that. I hated myself for ever falling for her, and that made me hate her even more.

Lying on my back, I closed my eyes. Katherine was nothing like her. Even though there was devil behind those angel eyes, she could never be evil or conniving. She would never marry someone for money, then spread vicious rumors as a means to destroy the man she claimed to love. 

I felt her shift next to me, scooting closer to drape her arm and leg across my body. She nuzzled her soft cheek against my bare chest.

Was she worth it?

I still wasn’t convinced, but my head and heart quieted their internal battle when I pulled her tighter against me. The warmth of her body enveloped mine and I found enough peace to fall asleep.

Stretching my arms over my head I yawned, settling on a contented sigh. I blinked up at the ceiling with a smile. Her sweet smell lingered, filling me with comfort and need and…

I scrambled to sit in the bed.

Katherine
.

Kicking off the sheets, I yanked on a pair of briefs. I checked the bathroom, my heart pounding like a gorilla against my needy chest. The thought of her leaving, especially without telling me, made me mad as fuck. I swiped my cell before barreling downstairs. I was about to press
call
when the smell of bacon hit my nose and music replaced the panicked blood pounding in my ears.

Fuck, she was making me crazy
.

The sour taste of fear faded and my heart began to compose itself. With a shaky breath, I tossed my phone onto the sofa as I made my way into my kitchen.

Now, if there were a moment in time I could bottle, save and tuck beneath my pillow, it would be Katherine dancing around my kitchen. She had one of my old t-shirts on. It fell mid-thigh and my God, she looked sexy as fuck. But what really did me in, were the red and white striped tube socks she had on that met the hem of the shirt.

“Oh shit, did the music wake you?” she asked with a smile that could melt anything cold around my heart or elsewhere.  

“No,” Slipping my arms around her waist, I planted a relieved kiss to the side of her neck.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck, rising on her tip toes to kiss my lips.
“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” she whispered, between hot kisses.

“Sorry I messed up your plans.” Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“You’re forgiven.” she breathed, nipping at my bottom lip.  

I carried her over to the counter and sat her down, staying locked between her tight legs. Pushing her dark locks behind her shoulders, I tugged the neck of my shirt, stretching it out enough to drag down her arms and tucking it beneath her big beautiful tits. With her arms trapped in the fabric of my shirt and her parted mouth beckoning for mine, I took a moment to thank God for my meal. I eyed the array of condiments flooding the counter- jelly, syrup, whipped cream.

Syrup
.

“I was gonna make you homemade biscuits, too.” she informed me before tilting her head back, allowing me to squeeze the syrup all over those puckered nipples. Her chest heaved up and down and her legs came undone from around my waist. “
Archer,”

Holding the pierced nipple to my mouth, I sucked and bit her molasses covered skin. A strained moan rattled her chest, calling me to lick the soft column of her throat. I scraped my teeth across the smooth delicate flesh and then I took her mouth. Every inch of her was delicious, sweet.

Sinful
.

“Best fuckin’ breakfast ever,” I declared.

Lifting the bottom of her shirt, I drizzled more of the sticky sweetness to melt all over her bare hot pussy.

Needless to say, I ate my breakfast like a good boy.

Twice
.