Page 15 of Flushing His Pipe
It slips out, but I mean it. My heart fell for Naomi the second I laid eyes on her, and I've wasted weeks while my brain caught up. The freaking water of Duhring Park got me too, but instead of feeling like a sucker, I'm desperate to prove I deserve her.
Not waiting for her to respond, I reach between us, rubbing little circles against her clit until she wails with pleasure.
"Yes, right there, there. Oh, God, yes!" Naomi's eyes roll back in her head as her words become babbled nonsense. She's at the edge, ready to topple over, and I'm the only one who can make it happen. The immense power of that responsibility mixes with my need to make her come.
I lean forward, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth as I continue to fuck her like I own her. Releasing her nipple with a loud pop, I suck little love bites along the skin of her neck, leaving my mark everywhere I can.
"You are mine," I growl, territorial lust taking over as I repeat my ownership again and again with the same three words. Apparently, my crazy devotion unlocks some kind of honeypot of need and sends her over the edge.
"Yes, I'm yours!" Naomi sobs. Her eyes fly open as her entire body freezes, then releases like a bomb detonating.
I thrust once more as her pussy grips me like a vice, sending me flying over the edge. My release crashes over me as her walls throb around my hard length. I slam my mouth to hers as she milks me dry, swallowing her final moans of pleasure like nourishment as she winds down. My warm seed unleashes in powerful spurts, and I groan as my climax goes on and on. I imagine filling her to the brim with my cum, shuddering as my body is wrung dry.
Her walls flutter around me with little aftershocks, and we both protest as I pull out of her body. I'm still hard, but my heart is racing, and I decide to forego the potential heart attack another round could instigate. I can't imagine a worse fate than going out after a moment of intimacy like that.
"Thank you," Naomi whispers, then laughs as she throws her arm over her eyes.
I grin, gazing at the woman who has stolen my heart. Her skin is flushed and her hair wild in a way that proves she was just thoroughly fucked.
I kiss her nose and stand, walking to the bathroom to wet a cloth. Returning, I clean between her legs while Naomi looks at me with almost shy amusement. Leaving tiny kisses up her thighs, I toss the towel into the bathroom, get back into bed, and pull her against my chest. Her sigh is filled with pure contentment, and I mentally high-five my cock.
Well done to you, sir.
I don't even want to think about how many messages I must have on my phone right now, as I'm sure the guys are wondering where I've gone. They have the list for the day, but I’ll need to get back to work shortly. Until then, I intend to milk every last second with my woman.
"Have you ever been in love before?" Naomi asks quietly, turning to me with raised eyebrows when I don't respond immediately.
Does she think I don't remember saying that I loved her?I want to have that conversation, but it will take longer than I have right now.
"I thought I was once," I finally say, turning my head toward her. I reach out to brush a lock of hair off her forehead. "I proposed to my girlfriend about three years ago."
"She said no?"
"She said yes," I admit, wanting desperately to avoid this conversation but knowing I need to tell her everything eventually. If I walked away from therapy with one message, it was that communication was the most important part of a relationship. "We called it off later that night."
"I'm sorry," Naomi tells me, placing her hand over my heart. "I mean, I’m glad it didn't work out, for my sake, but I'm sorry if it was painful."
I shrug. "It was for the best."Because now I can marry you.I want to say that part out loud, but I don't want to scare her.
Naomi nods. "I truly believe things happen for a reason. Both the good and the bad. I can look back on my life and focus on all those moments I thought were the absolute worst-case scenario, but then I wouldn't have had the good thing that came next if not for the bad."
I nod, staring at this beautiful woman who has captured my heart.
As she snuggles into me, I wonder how I’m ever going to leave this bed again after getting a taste of my future.
Chapter eight
Naomi
My front door opening and closing wakes me from my nap. I stretch my arms over my head, feeling a delicious stretch in my pussy as Fred prances out to greet our favorite person in the whole world. The sound of Jameson’s voice as he talks to my dog has me grinning like a fool.
After our sweaty fuck-fest, Jameson had to go back out to the job site. He offered to call off, but I knew they were on a tight schedule. I promised I'd be here waiting for him when he was done, and he kissed me hard, pulling away with a growl.
When the front door closed, I was freezing without his body heat, so I grabbed a t-shirt and drifted off to sleep, his declarations of love still ringing in my ears. I’ll take everygrumpy moment and growly response from Jameson because I know when a man like him falls in love, he means it.
I glance at the clock, realizing with a start that it's five o'clock at night and I'm starving. Sliding out of bed, I throw on some sweatpants and turn as heavy footsteps stop at the doorway.
"Naomi." Jameson gazes at me with so much love that it brings tears to my eyes. "I need you out of this annex so I can finish the job."
