Perfectly Imperfect

I brush away the hair that falls next to her cheek and hold it against the side of her head as it bobs in my hold. When her teeth lightly scrape against me, I almost grab her head and start to fuck her mouth with vigor.

“Willow. Stop,” I order her with thick authority in my voice.

She lets my cock fall from her mouth with a loud pop before she licks her lips.

“Get up, baby.” She gives my cock a look of longing before standing at my command in front of me. She shields her body from my appraisal—something that she hasn’t done in weeks—and I know it was because of the harshness of my order for her to get up. “Don’t do that. I’m not mad. I didn’t make you stop because I didn’t like it. I had to make you stop or I was going to lose control, and I need to be inside you when I come.”

Her hands drop, and she gives me the view I want. Stepping closer, I bring my hands to her cheeks and tip her head up. She holds my stare, and I’m rewarded when the uneasiness there just seconds ago disappears. “I love when you suck my cock, baby, fucking love it. You’re so good that I almost come the second you take me in this talented mouth. But right now, it’s time for me to finally make love to you, and I don’t want that to be over anytime soon.”

My erection presses into her stomach when I pull her body to mine and take her mouth in a deep kiss meant to devour. I spend my time deepening each swipe of my tongue until she lifts her leg and hooks it around my hip. I dig my fingers in and hold her to my body up as she tries to shift her hips to ease the ache building between her legs.

Breaking our kiss, I drop to my knees and press against her until she’s sitting on the mattress. “Lean back and let me eat, Willow.” I don’t wait for her to obey. Instead, I grab each thigh and throw them over my shoulders. My mouth opens and I suck in, hollow my cheeks, and lick the wetness from her cunt. I eat her loudly, and when I feel her running down my chin, I start pulling away. Not to stop—oh, fuck no, not while the sweet taste of her is running down my face. I move slightly so I can adjust my hold on her hips and pull her voraciously against my mouth. Letting her fuck my face with each thrust of her hips, I ride wave upon wave when her climax bursts free. The legs caging my head tighten, and I look up through a haze of ecstasy and watch her come undone.

Her hands are clenching her tits, pinching the nipples, and then clenching them again. I had expected to find her head thrown back because I can still feel her pussy constricting against my tongue as the waves of her orgasm still hold her captive.

Giving her one last swipe, I swirl my tongue around her clit and give her a kiss, making her jerk her hips. Her thighs fall heavy against the mattress, and I stand, her legs open wide and that delicious pink pussy red from my attention.

She doesn’t move, and I have to wonder if she’s waiting for me to stop as I have ever other time, but unlike then, I know she’s ready and on the same page with me. This step in our relationship was always more important in its meaning than just getting a quick fuck. I needed her to trust completely in me, but more importantly, I needed her to trust herself.

Seeing her lying open and vulnerable, letting me see every inch, and by not hiding, letting me know she wants me to see her.

I reach out, grab the condom, and make quick work of the annoying necessity. Her breath quickens, and she lets out a soft sigh when my body covers hers. One elbow hits the mattress and I push my hand under her head to bring her face closer to mine as I hover over her. Reaching down, I take my cock in hand and press the tip to her opening. She lets out a loud moan, and I follow the tear that leaks out of the corner of her eye.

“I love you,” she gasps and pushes off the mattress with her feet, impaling herself on my length as much as she can. The second I enter her, we both let out a shaky breath.

The hand that had been attempting to slowly guide myself into her takes her hip, the full curve that I love so much, and holds on tight as my hips power into her. I keep my face an inch from hers. Swallow each one of her cries and give her my own as we move together in the perfect rhythm. When I push in, she grinds her hips up and rocks against my body. As I pull out of her tight heat, her inner walls clamp down in protest. I try to keep my movements at a slow pace until her nails come out and I feel the bite of them against my ass, trying to force me to go faster. Then I release her hip, bracing my weight with a palm to the mattress, and I let go and give her everything I had been holding back.

I lovingly fuck my woman, and when I feel her come rush against my balls, I let out a rumble-roar of completion and settle my hips to hers. I come so hard I struggle to breathe.

“I love you, too, baby,” I tell her when the last tremor leaves my body. I watch two tears fall from each of her eyes, and I lean forward to finally take her mouth. I don’t pull out—there’s no fucking need because, even after the force my balls were just drained, I’m still hard and rocking against her.

It doesn’t take long before we’re gasping around each other’s mouths. I pull back and reluctantly pull my cock out, rip off the full condom and reach out for my wallet to grab the only other one I have. I almost drop it twice, but I finally manage the pull it on and I push back into her slowly.

The rushed fever of our need isn’t dominating us this time. I push into her slowly, dragging myself out before repeating. We’re fused together in every way possible, and as our bodies climb higher, I feel the same overwhelming love I do every time I’m with her grow to something so immense in its power that I falter in my thrusts. The frantic beat of my heart picks up speed until I’m so overcome with my feelings that I can feel them clawing up my throat. I choke out some sort of sob-like noise before I whisper her name. We come together just seconds later, and not once do I take my eyes from hers.

I can see the same intensity I’m feeling reflected in her stare, and I know that what we’re both feeling goes beyond the love we’ve developed. This is more than just coming together physically. This was our souls devouring any space left between them to become one. To fuse together in a bond that will never be broken.

At this moment, our love turned into something so much bigger than words can describe. It’s only when I roll my back to the mattress, pull her body to mine, and feel her head rest gently against my chest that I realize tears of my own have fallen from my eyes.

I GASP, COMING OUT OF A deep sleep at the same moment my orgasm crashes over me. My head tilts back against the warmth of Kane’s shoulder as he leans over me and continues to torture the deliciously sore spot between my legs. Two long fingers push deeper and curl inside of me right when I crest the peak of the first wave of ecstasy that washes over me.