CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Felix
As we walk back toward the office, we point out subjects that would make interesting photos, laughing together.
My body tries to make me walk closer to her, tries to force me to reach down and take her hand in mine, hold it tightly, hold it so she’s never going to belong to anybody else.
I’ve come so close to telling her all of it, roaring it.
You’re mine. I own you. Your smile and your ass and your talent and your wide hips and your gorgeous laughter and your thick creamy thighs… everything you are will belong to me.
Now, as she gestures to the ocean, my cock gives an urgent shudder.
My shaft is so tight, so hard. My tip is leaking with so much burning precome.
It’s what she said in the park, about never having had an orgasm.
It makes me think of her trying with other men, which is bad. But I couldn’t expect anything else. Even if she had a crush on me, she experimented here and there and had boyfriends.
She’s beautiful and attractive in every way, physical and otherwise. It’s not a surprise.
I ignore that part. It doesn’t matter, just like her crush doesn’t.
Here, now, that’s all I can think about. Even if the idea of her belonging to anybody else, however briefly, makes me want to do dark and violent things.
Impulses I would never act on. But they’re there, a primal beast inside of me, wanting to keep her for myself. Forever.
My resolve almost shatters when I imagine bringing her to her first orgasm, slipping my fingers into her tight-as-fuck pussy and pumping my hand until she starts to cream all down my hand.
We didn’t say much about it afterward.
“What if I can’t?” she murmured as we left the park.
“You can,” I told her, giving her a smirk. “Or, if you can’t, it won’t be for lack of trying.”
She smiled flirtatiously at that, offering me her sassy eyes, and her pursed lips, making me even hungrier for her than I already was.
Now, we turn the corner and walk down the street toward the warehouse. As I open the main doors, I feel Faye watching me, as though our bond is already so strong that I can’t help but sense her.
I will always sense her for the rest of our lives. I want to capture every moment – every breath – as though in a picture.
“We need to work on that,” I say as we walk toward her desk together.
I feel like I’ve returned as a different man after all we’ve shared.
“Work on what?” she asks.
I glance over my shoulder, making sure we’re alone, then I can’t help myself.
Grabbing Faye by the shoulders, I spin her to me.
She laughs in the most enthralling way, then cuts off as she stares up at me. Her fingernails sink into my chest as though she’s been waiting to do just that ever since we left the warehouse…and my hands find her hips with the same urgency.
We kiss with passion flaring between us.
I can feel her heart beating through her body, pounding through her chest. It’s the same way mine is hammering, as though we can’t contain ourselves.
“What were you going to say?” she murmurs when the kiss comes to a natural end.