Page 13 of The Cost of a Bride
And there he is, Russell, standing there looking just as handsome as I remember. He’s not wearing a suit this time, but instead has a light-wash pair of jeans on and a worn white tee that shows off the size and shape of his incredible arms. It’s understandable that all the girls in his class, as young as we were back then, thought he was cute. He could pass for a model right now the way he’s standing with his hands in his pockets and one foot cocked out to the side.
“Hey, there,” he says with a smile.
“H-hi,” I reply, feeling the blush all over my face.
“Mind if I come in?”
I desperately want to say yes. Just seeing him again has me tripping all over myself with excitement. But at the same time, I also want to kick him squarely in his balls for what he’s put me through since I last saw him. So I cross my arms defiantly and glare back at him.
“Maybe I do,” I say firmly. “Maybe I do mind,mister. Maybe I mind a whole lot.”
I doubt I’m being that convincing, as a hint of a smile comes over Russell’s face. He takes a step closer. I know I should step back, but I can’t. All I can do is feel myself growing hotter as he reaches out and takes hold of my waist.
“I wanted to apologize.” God, his voice is sexy.Sosexy. Just having his hands on me again is causing a throbbing between my legs. “For the way I handled things. That was wrong of me and not the way a man should have behaved.”
“You’re damn right it’s not.” I jokingly hit him on the chest with my fist, causing his smile to broaden. He pulls me closer, and a rush of memories from when he claimed me that special night come flooding back to me. It’s like a special drug crafted only for me, and I’m suddenly light-headed.
“But I’m here to make it up to you, gorgeous,” he whispers, running his hands slowly up my waist. “I see you for what you are now.” He keeps going until he reaches my breasts, which he cups and squeezes possessively. “A full-grown, sexy woman that’sconstantlyon my mind.”
I’m breathing heavily now. My heart is pounding, and naughty thoughts are filling my mind. “A sexy woman?”
Russell nods and grinds against me, letting me feel the bulge beneath his pants. “I don’t even think you were in my class, were you?”
“I don’t think so.” I smile.
“In fact,” he continues, “I’m going to be transferring schools at the end of this year. And you know what that means, don’t you?”
A jolt of excitement hits me like a bolt of lightning.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, I’m being forced back into the house. The door slams shut behind me, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back on the couch with his hands all over me. Exhilaration rushes through me, nearly leveling me, as our lips meet and we kiss like our very first time together.
I hook my legs around his waist, feeling his enormous, thick bulge press against my womanhood. At the same time, he grabs my shirt by the hem and lifts it, forcing my arms up, and pulls it over my head and tosses it aside.
Happiness overwhelms me. Exposing myself in front of him – showing him my body again – floods me with a sensation that is unequal to anything else I can imagine. Dancing at the mansion was something I did basically under protest. Ihadto show myself to those men to make money for my father and his poor choices. But showing my body to Russell is something Iwantto do. When I see the look in his eyes as he gazes down at my breasts, I swell with pride and feel complete as a woman.
Almost as if in response, Russell removes his shirt too, giving me a view of his tremendous chest. How is it an elementary schoolteacher has such an incredible body?
I can’t even help myself. I reach out and begin tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingers as he goes to work undoing the buttons on my shorts. I’m entranced. With every deep breath he takes, his chest expands, causing it to grow even wider than it already is.
“You’re like a Greek god or something,” I mutter. Russell laughs, tugging my shorts down.
“No, gorgeous. I’m just a man entranced by your beauty.”
He unzips his pants with his thick, strong fingers and pulls them down, leaving us both in our underwear. But the next thing he does is reach down and lift his cock out and set it on my lower belly, letting me feel its weight like it’s some kind of thick snake. It’s hot too, and thick, and as he moves his hips side to side, the tease on my clit sends bursts of sensitivity through my body like electricity.
“I’ve been missing this,” I whisper. “Missing you.”
“Tell me about it,” he replies with a grin, hooking a finger in my panties and tugging them aside. “We never should have been apart, and it will never happen again.”
“Promise?” I ask, feeling helpless and hopeful beneath him.
He fixes his eyes on mine and nods, causing my insides to flutter with delight. “Promise.”
Then he slides his tip between my sopping folds and splits me. I moan as he penetrates me and spread my legs wide, giving myself over to him, wanting it more than ever.
There’s no pain this time, just the full relief and bliss of being taken by the man I’ve been missing for the last two weeks. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and clutch him in an embrace as he begins to thrust. Pleasure balloons inside of me, encompassing my entire body like an invisible force. The lightheadedness I was experiencing before is nothing compared to what I’m starting to feel now.
Russell’s hands are working overtime on my body. The way he caresses me has me feeling like a goddess – the only woman in this world worthy of his attention. And that’s a feeling that has me ready to erupt with joy.