Page 65 of Spark
My muscles hurt from fighting the urge to rut into her, but it’s worth it when I slide my dick free and she looks up at me with guileless, sexy eyes. “Show me,” I rumble, the words barely more than an order.
Her lips part slowly, and I see it, my cum coating her tongue—the perfect image I’ll never forget.
“Now swallow.”
My dick jerks when she swallows me down, my release disappearing into her throat and claiming my ownership from the inside out.
“Jesus,” I growl as I dive onto her, kissing her and not caring that she still tastes like me. Tangling my tongue with hers, I pull her on top of me, wrapping my arms around her until there’s not an inch of space between us. My balls are empty, my dick softening, but I still want her with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
That’s what makes her different. Not simply the sex, but because even after coming, I still want more. More sex, moretouches, more kissing. Just more. I want to keep her in my arms for the rest of our lives, and it’ll never be too much. I doubt it’ll even be close to enough.
Gentling the kiss, I pull my lips from hers and just hold her, enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms. This woman is mine. It’s a strange feeling to know with so much certainty that this is the person that fate, or God, or who the fuck knows what force has chosen to be mine.
“Was that…okay?” she asks tentatively.
“It was fucking perfect, amore mio.”
“It was?”
“You’re perfect, Verity, so fucking perfect for me.” Sighing, I palm the back of her head and relax with my woman in my arms, and the knowledge that I’ll never let her go, settled deeply in my soul.
After snuggling for a while, I peel her off me, then carry her downstairs. Not bothering with clothes, I lie her on the couch, already wondering if there is a human-sized bejeweled cat bed I could buy, just to see her sprawled out, naked and dripping on it.
“I’ll make us lunch,” I say reluctantly.
“I can help,” she offers, but I shake my head.
“Sexy little pussycats don’t help in the kitchen; they curl up and wait to be brought their food.”
“I’m not a cat,” she says, a little tartly.
“I think you’d look adorable in kitty ears and a tail plugged into your ass.” Her look of horror is enough to make the laughter I’ve been trying to suppress burst free. “I’m joking, amore mio. I won’t be buying you any furry butt plugs any time soon.”
Scowling weakly, she swings her legs off the sofa, delicately placing her feet on the floor. “Let me get some clothes, and I’ll help.”
“I might not plan to dress you up like a cat, but I was serious about you getting used to being waited on like a pampered pet. Let me take care of you, Verity.”
Something about her confusion makes my dick perk up. I’ve been half-hard since I stepped into the house this morning, but even after fucking her pussy and filling her mouth with my cum, my dick is still prepped and ready to go again.
Completely unashamed by my nakedness and arousal, I don’t try to hide how my dick is hardening, while I salaciously rake my eyes over her bare skin. If she wasn’t sore, I’d sit her on my cock and carry her around while I made our lunch. But instead I’ll have to console myself with feeding her before I carry her back to bed and spend the rest of the day getting her ready to give me her final first.
Honestly, prior to Verity, I’ve never found the idea of anal sex particularly appealing. I’ve tried it, and it was okay, good even. But unless your partner is a regular anal participant, it requires a lot of patience and preparation that I rarely have the time or inclination to invest in a person. Now that I have the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with, I want to own, claim, and use every inch of her, and I don’t care how much time and effort I have to put into making sure she enjoys my dick pushing into her ass.
Leaning down, I press a hot kiss to Verity’s lips, then lift her legs back up onto the couch, spreading her thighs and putting her on display for me. Her eyes cloud with uncertainty, but when I scan her sexy body, then sigh wistfully, she relaxes.
“I’m such a lucky motherfucker,” I snarl. “I’m so grateful you’re mine.”
Reluctant to leave her even for a moment, I force myself to head for the kitchen, making a platter of sandwiches and chips for us to share. When I get back to the couch, she’s closed herlegs, turned onto her side and curled into a loose ball, not hiding, but clearly not leaving herself openly on display for me.
Lifting her legs, I take the seat beside her, pulling her so her thighs are draped across mine.
“Here you go, amore mio,” I say, holding a sandwich to her lips, not releasing it when she tries to take it from me.
“I can—” she starts.
“So can I,” I say over her, arching a brow in challenge.
Her brows furrow, then like she suddenly understands, she parts her lips and takes a bite of the sandwich, letting me feed her.
