I can’t help but wonder what other fucking sounds she’s going to make while I take her innocence? Whatever they will be, they’re mine too.
Then I notice that her eyes are red, and her cheeks are tear-stained. I reach my palm out, and she leans into it. Using my thumb, I dry her tears.
“I don’t know why I said that. I was…”
“You’re never leaving me,” I say adamantly, meaning it.
“I know.”
“I mean it, Bella. Only death will part us.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” she says softly. The fragility in her voice breaks my heart. No one in this world has ever cared if I lived or died. My parents, sure, but a woman, the woman who means everything to me? That’s priceless and has been rethinking everything I know.
“We have all the time in the world. Don’t be worried about that,” I reassure her.
Wrapping her in my arms, I kiss the top of her head. She fits so completely against me. She wraps her arms around my waist and turns her face up to me. I place my lips on hers, and she opens open to me, moaning. Deepening the kiss, I lift her in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carry her to her bed and place her on it. I quickly pull her pants down her legs.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her voice vibrating with the same need coursing through my veins.
“Claiming you,” I growl. I was a fool to think I could wait five fucking days without taking her. Once I tasted her, I knew it was inevitable, but I thought I was stronger than this. Turns out, I’m not, and she is my weakness.
“What about your vow?” she asks, pulling her shirt over her head, clearly not too concerned with that.
“You will be my wife; there’s no questioning that. I realized I never said I’d be married, just that I’d only sleep with my wife.”
“Clever wordplay,” she says, laying back on her many, many pillows. In fact, I’ve never seen so many pillows on a tiny queen bed.
“Do you think you have enough pillows?” I ask jokingly as I hastily take my clothes off.
“I have more,” she breathes as she watches me. “Hurry,” she says. I watch as she snakes her fingers down to her pussy. I watch as she rubs her clit. It’s fascinating to learn how she gets herself off. Gripping my dick, I jerk it in time with her little fluttering fingers.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Bella. You look like a sexy goddess waiting to be served by men,” I groan. The thought of someone else getting to please her makes me insanely jealous.
“Not men, just you,” she says.
“That’s fucking right, mia bella,” I choke out. My voice sounding strangled to my own ears.
“Please, help me, Alonzo. I need you. Only you. Please. Please. Please,” she begs, and I’ve had enough.
Finally, after years of desperation, years of waiting, I climb onto the bed, between her parted legs. Reaching forward, I feel how wet she is, how motherfucking ready she is for me. I kiss her, savor her is more like it. Our tongues duel, and all my nerves are standing at attention. God damn, how am I ever going to get anything done but her?
Gripping my dick, I guide it to her opening. After leaning forward on my elbows, I slide into her slowly. Bella thrusts her hips up and impales herself on my dick when I stop. I tear through her virginity with force. She winces, but it quickly turns into a moan.
“Fuck, Bella. You are so fucking tight. I feel like my dick is in a vice grip.”
“I feel so full. Move, please. Give me more.”
I have no choice but do as she asks; I’m seconds away from exploding. I thrust in and out of her, over and over. We are not being quiet or respectful in the least, but then she screams my name. The sound is both beautiful and breathtaking. The look on her face is one of pure rapture. Her body shakes, and tits bounce. Leaning down, I pull one nipple and then the other into my mouth, sucking on them, biting them just enough to drive her wild. Then and only then do I unleash the torrent of cum that I’ve been saving just for her.
Gingerly, I pull out of her and move to lay at her side. My breath ragged, and my heart is beating too fast.
“Wow,” she says finally.
“Agreed,” I reply, grinning.
“When can we go again?” Even her eager voice is sexy as hell.
“You really are trying to kill me. For someone who doesn’t want me to die, you are trying your hardest to kill me,” I groan.
She rolls over on top of me quickly. My hands land on her hips to steady her.