The sound of home, of belonging.
She’s warm, wet and sweet on my mouth.
A closed mouth kiss.
I wouldn’t expect anything less from my girl at first.
A smooth softness I could only dream of, yet here she is. Right in my arms and I’ve known her all of twenty minutes.
Oh god, this feels so right. This feels like…
Forever.
I don’t just want her now, I don’t just want to claim her for one day or a week or even a year.
I want this… forever.
I hear myself growling again, and unfortunately it breaks the spell.
“What’s wrong?” she asks me innocently.
Only now do I realize it’s the very thought of any other man touching these lips, touching her perfect form that makes me wilder than ever.
Wild enough to want to guard her from this moment on with my life.
Pressing my forehead to hers and taking both her cheeks in my hands, I tell her. I command her gently.
“Just tell me you’ll be mine, nobody else’s… not ever!”
Her lips answer, but not with words.
That smooth, wet warmth covers my own mouth again and I feel a fool for even mentioning it, even suggesting it, but I can’t help it.
I must have her, and to have her completely. She can only belong to one man and I’m staking my claim.
I’m that man.
Today, and every day after it.
I only pull away long enough to tell her that.
“You’re mine now, Ashlee… no other man, or anyone else will have you… understand? I choose you and only you, forever.”
Our mouths lock again, and it’s her tongue I feel thrusting into my mouth to meet my own, making me so proud.
Making me want her like never before.
Her breathing gets so hard I can tell she’s going to faint again, and I only break off long enough to let her collect herself.
Her smile, even though she’s almost hyperventilating tells me everything.
You’re doing great, Ashlee. I’m so proud of you.
I want to tell her, but what better way than to show her?
My own hardness, the precome I already feel staining my pants means nothing to me now.
Her pleasure, her complete satisfaction and safety is my number one priority.
“I’m not much of a kisser” she confesses, blushing with a devilish glint in her eyes that only tells me she wants more.
And so do I.
Kissing her is like kissing for the first time, my heart is fluttering like a moth to her flame and I can still feel her trembling with excitement under my hands, which yearn for her.
But now that I know she’s going to be mine, I can feel myself relaxing a little.
Easier in my mind knowing she wants what I want.
That we can explore this together.
It’s pure. It’s innocent. It’s a feeling I’ve never had and I only wish I’d found her sooner.
Years, decades of work, work and more work disappear behind me and I feel like I’m reborn in her presence.
Made new by her touch and made whole by her kisses.
“Oh, Tony,” she gasps, and I clutch her tighter, worried something’s wrong.
“What is it, Ashlee?” I ask her, leaning in close so my lips are almost on hers again.
“I’ve just never felt anything so… so … amazing,” she gushes, plying her lips to mine again, and I feel my hands naturally wanting to move all over her.
I want to explore all of her now. I want to stake my claim properly, and if she’ll have me now, right now.
Her hands linking around my neck, mine clutching her waist… those hips… In no time I’m on the bed and rolling with her on top of me.
A perfect knot of two people who’ve found each other and don’t need to say another word, but at the same time I want to know everything about her.
She’s straddling me, and I can feel the heat of her mound through her panties; teasing my rock hard cock as those hips unconsciously gyrate on top of me.
“I want you, Ashlee,” I tell her again, feeling a fresh shiver run through her whole body as our hands link up mid-air as she presses towards me.
“And I told you. I’m yours, Tony Fontana,” she teases me again, her eyes flaring as she says my name.
“Then let me make you mine,” I growl, flipping her onto her back in a single movement, keeping our hands locked and kissing her neck all the way down to her chest.
Making my way towards what I really want.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ashlee
I feel his strong hands working their way over me, pausing at the most sensitive parts of my neck and chest, branding me with his touch.
His thick fingers circle my nipples until I moan softly, then louder as I want him to touch me everywhere else, harder… firmer…
I hear myself gasping his name and he only responds with more of his warm, firm touch everywhere I need it.
He hitches up my skirt and I open my legs to receive him once he’s moved down my whole body.
His weight on me makes me yearn for him more.
“Mine,” he growls again, his low and deep voice resonating off the mound of my pussy as he stretches the thin fabric of my underwear to one side and wasting no more time, he plunges his whole mouth straight over me, making me gasp in amazement and relief.
This… more of this…
Both my hands clutch the back of Tony’s head, kneading his thick black hair.
The small sounds I’ve been making bubbling up into higher, louder sounds with each movement of his tongue and mouth on me.
In a second he’s freed my clit from its hood. I feel myself standing proud from my chest to my pussy in one movement. Tony’s hands are working their way between my thighs and up to my chest again, making sure he misses nothing in between.
I’m lifting up my blouse, trying to wriggle out of all my clothes with Tony’s hands underneath them.
His mouth is on
