My body started heating up from my center, and I grabbed at his shirt before running my fingers, tracing his muscles under it. I wanted to feel him.
“It’s my turn now,” I moved my face so that my lips brushed against his neck.
I sucked his marking spot, and a low growl rumbled through him; his hands froze on my back.
Mark him, mark him, mark him Iris chanted in my head
Soon hopefully
I reached my fingers up and placed them on his neck, he stayed motionless as I kissed his neck shifting toward him. His grip on me tightened as I turned around, s.traddling him.
I felt his hardness through his pants as I moved myself across him, sighing at the way it felt. I couldn’t imagine what he felt like. I wanted him, but I wanted him fully to myself when we were completely alone.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t taste him.
“It’s my turn,” I breathed and eased myself from his lap.
He lifted up, helping me remove his pants.
“You don’t have to,” His icy eyes met mine.
“I want to,” I unhooked his boxers sliding them down his legs.
His length surprised me, my mouth was dry looking at it. It was beautiful, and I would have never used that word to describe a fucking p.enis.
I swallowed as he sat back.
I rubbed my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tighten under my touch. I cupped his silky balls as I moved closer to him and took his soft tip into my mouth.
He sucked in as I swirled my tongue around him, tasting him and loving the feeling of having him in my mouth.
My hand wrapped around his silky length as I moved my hand and my mouth together. He groaned, his hand brushing my hair from around my face and holding it behind me. He didn’t push me down and just let me do my own thing; his hand tightened into my hair as a low growl reverberated through his body.
Heat pooled in my center, knowing that I was making him come undone. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him. I was so turned on by having him in my mouth and the way his body responded to mine.
“F.uck Willa, I’m close,” He groaned, thrusting up toward me.
I took him in deeper, wildly. Focusing on nothing but his pleasure.
“Willa,” He grunted and spilled into me.
I swallowed all that he gave me, taking one last long dip to make sure I got all of it.
When I was done, I leaned back, still sitting between his legs. I placed my hands on his thighs while he caught his breath.
“I don’t think I have ever seen anything more beautiful.” His breathing was ragged as he stared at him between my legs
“I was about to say the same thing,”
(Willa)
learned the more I liked him.
I woke up after possibly the most comfortable night of sleep in my life. Caspien returned the favor last night and we talked late in each other’s arms by the fire. I don’t think I would ever get sick of talking to him. I wanted to know everything about it and the more I Emmett was fast asleep when I made it to bed his fever was thankfully almost gone.
Dull gray light pierced through a crack in the dark curtains; I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched out, reaching for my baby boy.
Emmett wasn’t there, and I sat up for a moment, worried. I knew he could take care of himself, mostly. But I didn’t know what he could get into here. There were probably some robot gadgets lying around. A robot butler or something I laughed to myself. I slipped out of bed and made my way downstairs, following the sound of music and laughter. I relaxed when I heard both of their voices.
Caspien and Emmett were in the kitchen, he was wearing another white shirt and light gray sweatpants, I thought he might be even more attractive in this than in his suits.
Emmett was sitting on the kitchen island trying to squeeze an orange in a juicer, most of the juice getting on the island.
“Mama!” Emmett’s eyes lit up and then a frown crossed his face, “You were supposed to stay in bed, we were going to bring you breakfast.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,”
“To the couch, missy.” Caspien walked towards me, going to place a kiss on my cheek but pulled back and hesitated.
“Missy,” Emmett laughed, “He called you missy. We should call him Cassy.”
I smiled at him, bursting out laughing at Caspiens frown.
“I’m making orange juice. He said it was good for my sickness,”
“That was a great idea, Cassy,” I turned to him with a sweet smile on my face.
He raised an eyebrow that promised I would pay for that later and shook his head. “How are you feeling?” I asked Emmett.
“Better; I’m all better now,” Emmett said confidently.
I reached for his forehead, all trace of his fever gone.
“The doctor will still come to check him over again,” Caspien looked a bit worried.
Maybe it was a fluke, a twenty-four-hour bug, or something that humans got. He was so isolated for years that maybe his immune system is kicking in, I wasn’t sure.
“Go relax on the couch; I’ll bring you some coffee and then a surprise breakfast,” Caspien grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, it was such an intimate gesture.
Emmett made me close my eyes as Caspein set out bacon, scrambled eggs with extra cheese, Emmett’s request, and pancakes with chocolate chips.
“This looks incredible, it’s such a lovely surprise, thank you,” I turned to both of them, Emmett bounced on his feet, studying my reaction.
“Try the orange juice,” I grabbed the glass that was barely a fourth of the way full and took a little sip, my eyes wide.
“This is the best orange juice I’ve ever had.” Emmett gave me a big smile.
After breakfast, we got ready, Caspien let me borrow a shirt that swallowed me. The bathroom of Emmett’s room was stocked with toiletries.
Emmett’s room, I never thought I would get to have that here. Emmett had a room at Caspien’s place, I knew they would have to meet eventually but it always felt like that would happen in the distant future. I was glad that the two more important parts of my life were separate anymore.
When we came back down, two men in suits and Holden were standing by the entrance.
“I thought we could get the letter out of the way,” Caspien whispered to me when I came to his side.
“What do you need my help with?” Holden asked.
“To entertain the child,” Caspien said matter-of-factly.
“I’ve been reduced to a glorified babysitter,” He threw up his hands.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.