Truth (Betrothed 10) - Page 46

“Well, he said he would die for you. So, if you think he doesn’t like you, he does.”

She stopped eating altogether, more absorbed in the conversation.

“That’s the highest blessing you’re going to get.” I turned back to my food and kept eating.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I wanted to ask her what she intended to do about her family, if she was going to talk to her father or just elope, but that seemed like a difficult question to ask right now. There was no rush to get married right away. She would tell me when it was time. We could go down to the courthouse or wherever she wanted to do it. I wasn’t a fan of churches and they weren’t a fan of me, but I’d do it there if she wanted.

After we watched TV for a while, we went to bed.

I carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed.

She still had to wear that bulky cast for a few more weeks, and it tended to get in the way when we slept or cuddled on the couch. She didn’t have as much pain, but she still had to be careful when putting any pressure on it.

I got ready for bed then lay beside her in my boxers, used to her queen-sized bed and her old sheets. My place was more comfortable and I preferred to stay there, but since she was the one struggling with an injury, I wanted her to be where she felt most comfortable.

And as long as I got to be with her, I didn’t really care.

She lay on her back and closed her eyes, her head turned to me so she could look at me with sleepy eyes.

I was reunited with the woman I loved, watched her fight for me like a pissed-off bull, but I couldn’t have her the way I wanted. I couldn’t get on top of her and make love to her, feel that powerful connection that ruled us both.

I missed it.

My cock was hard under the sheets, wanting to break free of my boxers and bury itself inside her, but he was restrained in the cotton, anxious. The rest of my body was just as anxious. My chest wanted to feel her little tits rub against me as I moved on top of her. My wrists yearned for the soft flesh behind her knee when I pinned her legs apart. My balls wanted to tap against her ass as I pounded into her. My lips wanted to feel her warm breaths sprinkle against my mouth while she moaned uncontrollably.

I couldn’t wait for that fucking cast to come off.

When I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I got out of bed then pulled the sheets off her.

She raised her body up slightly, watching me with confusion.

I grabbed her shorts and pulled them off her ass, grabbing her panties too. I slowly tugged them down, and when I got to her foot, I took my time getting the fabric off the delicate area.

“Heath, I’m frustrated too, but—”

I pinned her healthy leg back, opening her wide. I moved her other knee slightly out of the way then dropped my body between her legs.

She was still propped up, and she watched me, finally realizing what I wanted to do to her.

My knees and everything below hung off the bed, my feet pressing into the rug while I kept the rest of my body on the bed, my face moving between her legs. Even though she’d been injured, she still groomed herself in the shower, like she wanted to be ready for sex the second she could get it.

That was my baby.

My hands hooked around her thighs, and I pressed my face into her pussy, my nose diving into her slit as I smelled her, as I smelled the pussy I was hopelessly addicted to.

She moaned quietly when she felt me, lying back so her head was on the pillow, her hair all over the place. Her top was still on, but she pulled it up so she could touch her own tits.

I started to kiss her, kiss her pussy the same way I kissed her mouth, with purposeful embraces packed with love and a nice hit of lust. My dick was hard underneath me, uncomfortable under my body weight as it smashed against the mattress. My tongue circled her clit before I dove my tongue deep inside her, tasting her, loving her.

She stopped thinking about her foot, stopped thinking about the fact that I was doing all the work while she just enjoyed it. Her fingers moved to my hair, and she started to grind into me, her moans becoming louder, raspier, sexier.

Even if I didn’t get laid, I still wanted to do this, still wanted to enjoy her, get lost in this indescribable physical connection. I would always be there for her, even if she couldn’t be there for me, and that told me I would worthy of her spending my life with her, because I would do that in all things…not just sex.

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