I trembled and held on as his light, loving touch melted through me.
More gliding, sliding then one hand went south, one hand curled around my breast.
Yes.
“Does my baby want her Daddy to play with her?”
“Yes,” I breathed, quivering , waiting, wanting to strain against his hands that were cupping me warm but not giving me anything.
“You can move, Anya. I wanna feel you get excited,” he whispered in my neck.
I was already excited.
But.
Goodie.
Knight played. I moved, moaned, whimpered, strained, rubbed, rolled.
Oh God. Fantastic.
When I could take no more, my head fell back, hitting his shoulder and my neck twisted.
Pressing my forehead into his neck, I begged, “I need you, honey.”
“Arch your back, tip your ass and take me.”
I obeyed immediately.
Knight’s c**k surged inside.
My head flew back and I moaned.
“Fuck, my baby likes my cock,” he growled, one hand still at my breast rolling and tugging my nipple, his other hand still between my legs, finger working my cl*t and he was right-ish but I didn’t like his cock. I loved it and all of him. “Move, Anya, meet me. Fuck me while I f**k my baby.”
I did, hard. Slamming back into him as he thrust into me.
“My baby likes it rough. Love that, love it when she f**ks herself hard,” he grunted.
Oh yeah, I loved it too.
“Christ, this cunt, my cunt, so f**king sweet.”
Oh God. I loved that too.
I moved faster, harder.
His fingers at my nipple tugged sharper, his finger at my cl*t pressed and rolled deeper. My whimpers came faster, more desperate.
“Give that to me,” he growled in my neck, my back arched further, my ass tipped up higher, my head pressed into his shoulder and I came on low moan. “Fuck yeah. Keep givin’ that to me, baby,” he groaned and his hands and c**k kept at me so I had no choice but to comply.
When I was whimpering so much it was a keen, every inch of my skin oversensitive, Knight stopped manipulating my nipple and his hand cupped my breast. His finger at my cl*t stopped pressing and rolling and his hand slid deep, fingers separating around our connection, cupping me. He kept driving into me until both hands tensed, fingers digging deep and I felt and listened to him find it.
As he came down he took me gentle then slid in full and both his arms moved to wrap around me, one at my belly, one under my br**sts.
“Love you, baby,” he murmured against my skin.
“Love you too, Knight,” I murmured back.
“Stay there, don’t move. I’ll be back. Gonna clean you up.”
“Okay, sweetheart,” I whispered.
Gently, he slid out, his hands drifting across my skin in a light caress as his arms left me then I felt the bed move as he got out of it. I saw dim light, heard the faucet in the bathroom then I felt the bed move as he came back. He wrapped an arm around my belly then glided a warm cloth between my legs and my h*ps jerked.
“Sensitive?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Like it like that,” he muttered.
I did too.
He kissed my shoulder and the cloth went away. “Don’t move.”
“Okay.”
He left the bed again to take the cloth back to the bathroom but wasn’t gone long before I felt him enter it again at his side.
Then he ordered, “Climb on me, Anya.”
I shifted to him immediately. He had his back to the headboard, legs straight so I threw one over his h*ps to straddle him. His arms closed around me, pulling me to him. His knees cocked and I felt his thighs against my bottom, his big, powerful, hard, warm body lightly and openly cocooning me.
Now that. That I loved.
I settled my weight into him, cheek to his collarbone, forehead to his neck. His hands drifted, sweet, light, beautiful on my skin. Fingers gliding through my hair making it slide along my back adding to the caress.
I melted into him, giving him more of my weight. We did this and we did it often. I totally loved it. It was supremely comfortable. It made me feel safe, precious, treasured. I could sleep like this and I knew that as a fact since I’d fallen asleep against him when we did this more than once.
“You dream?” he muttered.
“No,” I answered.
He drew in a slow breath then let it out.
They were gone, my dreams. The good ones, the bad. My sleep was dreamless, completely. It felt bizarre not having them but I didn’t miss them.
Knight had been right. It took some time but talking them through, living our life, I let them go and they left me.
“Know it’s late, Anya, but we got somethin’ to talk about,” he said quietly.
I pressed my lips together and tried not to tense.
We did. I just didn’t know I’d given that away. I thought I’d been hiding it.
But Knight noticed everything.
One of his arms closing around me, he angled to the side taking me with him and the light came on. I blinked in the sudden bright and then focused on his hand at the nightstand, fingers curled around and thumb flipping up the top of a small, square, expensive-looking box.
Then he pulled out what was inside as I held my breath, stayed completely still and watched as his hand came back, lifted mine from his chest and somehow he managed to position and slide the ring on my finger.
It was a band, thick gold at top and bottom, the middle inlaid all around with sparkling, perfect, not small by a long shot diamonds.
I stared.
His fingers curled around my hand then brought it back to his chest and pressed it flat.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
His arm that never left my back got super tight.
“Not what you’re thinkin’,” he said gently. “You know how I feel about that shit.”
I blinked, rapidly, but my eyelids were the only thing that moved.
I knew. I did. He explained it to me ages ago.
We’d now been together, starting from when we met, closing on two years. We met in February. It was November the year following. After I (officially) moved in that August, he gave us a couple of months then, in bed, the first time we cuddled like this after he made love to me, he explained he was not only not into labels but also not into traditional rituals. This included things like Thanksgiving and Christmas.
It also included things like marriage.
He told me he was committed to me but he’d never marry me. I was his, he was mine, we were together and we always would be but “the government knows who I’m f**kin’, everybody else can stay outta my f**kin’ business.”
More gliding, sliding then one hand went south, one hand curled around my breast.
Yes.
“Does my baby want her Daddy to play with her?”
“Yes,” I breathed, quivering , waiting, wanting to strain against his hands that were cupping me warm but not giving me anything.
“You can move, Anya. I wanna feel you get excited,” he whispered in my neck.
I was already excited.
But.
Goodie.
Knight played. I moved, moaned, whimpered, strained, rubbed, rolled.
Oh God. Fantastic.
When I could take no more, my head fell back, hitting his shoulder and my neck twisted.
Pressing my forehead into his neck, I begged, “I need you, honey.”
“Arch your back, tip your ass and take me.”
I obeyed immediately.
Knight’s c**k surged inside.
My head flew back and I moaned.
“Fuck, my baby likes my cock,” he growled, one hand still at my breast rolling and tugging my nipple, his other hand still between my legs, finger working my cl*t and he was right-ish but I didn’t like his cock. I loved it and all of him. “Move, Anya, meet me. Fuck me while I f**k my baby.”
I did, hard. Slamming back into him as he thrust into me.
“My baby likes it rough. Love that, love it when she f**ks herself hard,” he grunted.
Oh yeah, I loved it too.
“Christ, this cunt, my cunt, so f**king sweet.”
Oh God. I loved that too.
I moved faster, harder.
His fingers at my nipple tugged sharper, his finger at my cl*t pressed and rolled deeper. My whimpers came faster, more desperate.
“Give that to me,” he growled in my neck, my back arched further, my ass tipped up higher, my head pressed into his shoulder and I came on low moan. “Fuck yeah. Keep givin’ that to me, baby,” he groaned and his hands and c**k kept at me so I had no choice but to comply.
When I was whimpering so much it was a keen, every inch of my skin oversensitive, Knight stopped manipulating my nipple and his hand cupped my breast. His finger at my cl*t stopped pressing and rolling and his hand slid deep, fingers separating around our connection, cupping me. He kept driving into me until both hands tensed, fingers digging deep and I felt and listened to him find it.
As he came down he took me gentle then slid in full and both his arms moved to wrap around me, one at my belly, one under my br**sts.
“Love you, baby,” he murmured against my skin.
“Love you too, Knight,” I murmured back.
“Stay there, don’t move. I’ll be back. Gonna clean you up.”
“Okay, sweetheart,” I whispered.
Gently, he slid out, his hands drifting across my skin in a light caress as his arms left me then I felt the bed move as he got out of it. I saw dim light, heard the faucet in the bathroom then I felt the bed move as he came back. He wrapped an arm around my belly then glided a warm cloth between my legs and my h*ps jerked.
“Sensitive?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Like it like that,” he muttered.
I did too.
He kissed my shoulder and the cloth went away. “Don’t move.”
“Okay.”
He left the bed again to take the cloth back to the bathroom but wasn’t gone long before I felt him enter it again at his side.
Then he ordered, “Climb on me, Anya.”
I shifted to him immediately. He had his back to the headboard, legs straight so I threw one over his h*ps to straddle him. His arms closed around me, pulling me to him. His knees cocked and I felt his thighs against my bottom, his big, powerful, hard, warm body lightly and openly cocooning me.
Now that. That I loved.
I settled my weight into him, cheek to his collarbone, forehead to his neck. His hands drifted, sweet, light, beautiful on my skin. Fingers gliding through my hair making it slide along my back adding to the caress.
I melted into him, giving him more of my weight. We did this and we did it often. I totally loved it. It was supremely comfortable. It made me feel safe, precious, treasured. I could sleep like this and I knew that as a fact since I’d fallen asleep against him when we did this more than once.
“You dream?” he muttered.
“No,” I answered.
He drew in a slow breath then let it out.
They were gone, my dreams. The good ones, the bad. My sleep was dreamless, completely. It felt bizarre not having them but I didn’t miss them.
Knight had been right. It took some time but talking them through, living our life, I let them go and they left me.
“Know it’s late, Anya, but we got somethin’ to talk about,” he said quietly.
I pressed my lips together and tried not to tense.
We did. I just didn’t know I’d given that away. I thought I’d been hiding it.
But Knight noticed everything.
One of his arms closing around me, he angled to the side taking me with him and the light came on. I blinked in the sudden bright and then focused on his hand at the nightstand, fingers curled around and thumb flipping up the top of a small, square, expensive-looking box.
Then he pulled out what was inside as I held my breath, stayed completely still and watched as his hand came back, lifted mine from his chest and somehow he managed to position and slide the ring on my finger.
It was a band, thick gold at top and bottom, the middle inlaid all around with sparkling, perfect, not small by a long shot diamonds.
I stared.
His fingers curled around my hand then brought it back to his chest and pressed it flat.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
His arm that never left my back got super tight.
“Not what you’re thinkin’,” he said gently. “You know how I feel about that shit.”
I blinked, rapidly, but my eyelids were the only thing that moved.
I knew. I did. He explained it to me ages ago.
We’d now been together, starting from when we met, closing on two years. We met in February. It was November the year following. After I (officially) moved in that August, he gave us a couple of months then, in bed, the first time we cuddled like this after he made love to me, he explained he was not only not into labels but also not into traditional rituals. This included things like Thanksgiving and Christmas.
It also included things like marriage.
He told me he was committed to me but he’d never marry me. I was his, he was mine, we were together and we always would be but “the government knows who I’m f**kin’, everybody else can stay outta my f**kin’ business.”
