Page 136 of The Betrayal
Twisting her slightly, I seek out the purple stretch marks on her hips and cover them with my lips, kissing away any worries and insecurities she may feel in this moment. I know it won't last, but for now, it's all I can do.
“I love you,” she whispers to me and my fucking heart leaps in my chest. My fingers dust up the inside of her parted thighs, slowly letting her roll on her back just as I slip them inside of her, her back arching, hips lifting and that’s when my mouth is on her, tongue rolling over her clit. Fingers curl in the bedsheets, her body writhing beneath me and I don't stop until I taste her on my tongue, the way she moans my name as she comes. Eyes roll, body trembles and I feast on her until she is spent.
Crawling over her, her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. Her thumb brushes across my lips, wiping her arousal from them and I groan. Fingers fumble with my shirt and I am desperate to have her hands on my skin. She leans up slightly, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and her eyes focus on my gold chain and my heart stops for just a moment. Picking at the delicate chain, her eyes find mine and no words even have to be spoken. Her pretty blue eyes are watery, as they search for something, anything.
“Always been with me, Blossom.” And she shoves me up, panic courses, pricking at the base of my neck but there was no need to panic. She takes control, pushing me onto the bed underneath her. I fumble with my pants, she pulls them down my legs and then she's on me. Legs either side of my body, my hands are on her hips, and I am fucking desperate to be inside of her.
Her lips are on mine, tongue dipping past my lips and I moan into her mouth. Gliding fingertips up her ribs, I tuck them under her cropped top and pull them over her head. Hands on her full tits, my lips lock and suck and my cock throbs beneath her. She's on her knees, hands wrapped softly round my thickness and rubs the thick head of my cock over her clit then glides it through her soaked cunt.
“Fuck, please, sit on me. Let me fill you, fuck Ari, please,” I am fucking begging her. My balls tighten, my cock pulses and I won't last long as she teases me, rocking her hips back and forth, tip pressing just inside her tight pussy and I bite the flesh on her breast, eyes rolling in the back of my head as it tips back. “I need to sink into your pretty pussy,” I choke.
She smiles down at me, wild brown hair framing her face, covering us, lips teasing over mine but hers are parted so I couldn't even kiss her even if I wanted to. Pressing the tip of my cock into her cunt, she hovers, and slowly, ever so fucking torturously slow, lowers herself over me as I fill her to the hilt, pausing for just a moment, jaw wound tight as I fight with myself not to come now I am inside of her.
“You okay baby?” she purrs, and I want to fuck her so hard. My hand curls round the back of her head, grabbing the curls at the nape of her neck and I tug her head back, exposing her beautiful throat. My hand fits perfectly round the base of the neck like a pretty necklace, and my lips dust up the column on her throat, bobbing as I make contact.
“Don't tease me Ari,” I smile against her warm skin and that's when her hips roll over me, hands pressed against my chest and her fingers play with her wedding ring that hangs from my neck. She lifts herself up and down and I help her, curling the hand that was once at her throat round her hip.
“You feel so good,” she moans, her tits bouncing, pussy tightening around me.
“It's all you baby,” I whisper against her skin. It’s the truth.
“I need more,” she begs slowing her hips, “fuck me from behind,” and my eyes light up, cock thickening inside of her.
Lifting her off me, I gently roll her onto all fours and kneel up behind her. Giving myself a moment to just appreciate the delectable sight in front of me, I line myself up at her cunt and pound into her with one, hard, thrust.
And I give her what she wants.
More.
I fuck her hard and fast from behind until our moans are mixed with the scent of us as we come together.
I let her catch her breath before I fuck her two more times before she passes out, head on my chest and curled up at my side.
Just where she has always belonged.
Listening to the way my heart beats to a rhythm that only she knows.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
ARIZONA
I have never felt more content than I do now.
Keaton is asleep next to me; my fingers play with the chain around his neck as I listen to the way his heart beats in his chest. If I could pause on a moment, it would be this one here. Always.
My eyes begin to feel heavy when my phone vibrates on the side table. Panic swarms me when I see my dad's name flash up.
“Dad,” I answer, keeping my voice low, “is everything okay?” I squint at the time, it's two thirty a.m.
“Amora is in labor.”
“We'll be right there.” Cutting the phone off and placing it back on the bedside unit, I gently wake Keaton up after I am dressed and tell him to stay in bed. Of course he doesn’t. He dresses half asleep and with numerous yawns before we’re both stumbling down the stairs. He grabs his keys and phone, and we walk to his SUV. He traded his old car in a few weeks back and now we have a Jeep Grand Cherokee. It’s gray and looks pretty parked at the sidewalk.
The drive is short. Amora is under the same hospital as me and has the same doctor. Kyra. Keaton yawns most of the way, scrubbing his face.
“Tired?” I ask, my hand resting on his thigh.
“Yeah, some minx kept me up far too late,” he turns to look at me, eyes hazy and his lips slowly turning into a smirk.