But there’s something else, I can tell. I lean in and kiss her again, growling when she kisses me back, moaning as she tastes herself on my lips, and I take her hands, bringing them straight to the tip of my cock as I kiss her deeper, making her groan louder as I feel myself starting to twitch in pre-climax myself.
“I want to claim you Trudi… I need to put this so far inside you, make you come hard on it so I can fill you with my seed,” I growl, trying to bite her neck again, but something’s wrong I can tell.
“What is it, baby?” I ask her, settling back on my hams.
“What’s the matter?”
She looks away from me, ashamed and I have to tilt her face to mine with my fingers, gently commanding her to tell me what’s wrong.
“I’m a virgin…” she whispers, and closes her eyes, a single tear running down her cheek, which I covet, pressing my lips to it before I press them to her again, holding her tighter than ever, whispering that it’s alright if she is.
“That’s perfect honey… that’s just perfect…”
“It is?” she asks me, sounding more confused than ever.
“It is, because it means I’m your first, it means you really will be mine…nobody else will ever have you and I’ll be your only, don’t you see?” I ask her.
“You… You don’t mind?” she asks, and I smile wide, beaming.
“I’m so proud of you, Trudi,” And I kiss her again with all my heart, her gasps registering the length of my hot, fat dick pressing between her thighs, her right hand starting to work my tip in little circles, playing with the heavy precome which is flowing from me like lava.
She’s thinking, but she’s also telling herself that she wants me, I can see she does and I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life.
Needing to claim her, to make it right between us. To make her a woman, my woman and to start working on that family she was talking about before.
“I just need a minute…” she says softly and I grind my jaw, not from frustration or anger, but only to stop myself from exploding. Her hands touching me is the single most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.
“We’ve got time,” I tell her, “We’ve got all the time in the world…”
And I know she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trudi
I don’t know what I did to deserve such an understanding man, but I do know that they’re not all made like Kane.
He certainly draws something out of me, I’ve never climaxed in my life and that was something I’ll remember forever. I’ll cherish it, and him forever, I just know it.
With everything that’s happened today plus yesterday I just feel overwhelmed. Totally out of my element, so going all the way right now, I just need to take a minute.
“I need some air,” I tell Kane, who opens up the balcony folding doors, letting the whole room flood with fresh air, sunshine and some distant sounds from the streets below, reminding me there’s still a world outside.
We’re up so high, from where I’m sitting it’s easy to believe there’s nothing but sky.
Sensing how much like a fish out of water I feel, Kane disappears then reappears within seconds with some robes for us both, casually admiring the view while I slip it on.
I could look at the man naked all day, but my own body? That’s something I’ll have to come to terms with especially with someone as perfect as Kane watching.
He turns to me, smiling and I can see his own arousal hasn’t let up any, making me feel guilty.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask him, unable to stop staring.
“In the best way,” he says, coming back over to me and squatting in front of me again, rubbing my thighs with his warm hands, sending those shivers up inside me all over again.
“We can sit here and look at the view all day, or…”
I thought I just said I wanted to wait?
“…Or we can go for a walk, I need to pick up a few things.”
“What about your limo?” I hear myself asking, sounding bitter out of habit, but he only laughs.
“I prefer walking, to be honest. If I can huff it I walk. The car’s just a car, Trudi. It’s not who I am,” he says, shooting me another of those winning smiles and squeezing my leg, letting his hands ride up to tickle me through my robe.
I feel stupid for saying anything, but Kane doesn’t judge me. It’s like I could say the most awful things to him, break up his whole house and he’d just wait until he could hold my hand, telling me how perfect I am all over again.
“C’mon!” he announces suddenly, jumping up onto the balls of his feet like an athlete who’s warmed up for the big race. His energy astounds me, his enthusiasm for life should be infectious.
Me? I feel like some more of those croissants from downstairs and maybe a nap. A bath later on, binge some episodes and then bed. That would be my day if I was home alone.
But I’m not home anymore, and Kane’s bright eyes remind me of that. He drags me up off the couch like I weigh nothing and guides me through to show me another area of the penthouse, which looks more like the size of my whole apartment, filled with racks of clothes and stacks of boxes.
“There’s a bathroom through there, I think. You can grab a shower and find something you like from this lot… There’s a boutique downstairs, they store a lot of their old stuff up here sometimes,” he says casually.
I must have a permanent awkward look by now, while Kane has
