wants to hear. He stands up and starts pacing back and forth, raking one hand through his hair. Stopping momentarily to glare at me, he lets out a pained groan before resuming his pacing. After watching him walk back and forth a few times, I forge on. “This is where the trust comes in. Now you have the answer to your question, and now you have to trust me when I tell you that nothing happened. It was an innocent meeting between friends.”
James finally stops his pacing and looks at me. I make an effort to reassure him. “You are the only person I am interested in. There is no one else.”
James reaches out and cups my face, smoothing his thumb along my cheek and over my lips. “He didn’t touch you here?”
I shake my head no.
“Say it,” he demands.
“He didn’t touch me here.” I say obediently, reaching up to touch my fingertips to my lips.
Running his hand further down along my throat, James parts the robe with his hand so that he can cup my breast. “Did he touch you here?”
I stare into his eyes, and place my hand over his on my breast. “No, he didn’t touch me here.” Relief surges through me when I see the belief in his eyes.
James nudges the robe off of my shoulders, and it falls in a heap on the floor. His hands seem to be everywhere touching my bare skin. I am on fire. Longing to feel his skin against mine, I reach up and start undoing the buttons on his shirt. When I am done, I push it back over his broad shoulders. Bending down, I inhale the scent of his warm skin and spread tiny little kisses across his chest. James groans in response. He leans over and scoops me up, carrying me off to the bedroom. James lays me across the bed before stripping out of the rest of his clothes. His cock stands boldly upright as he looks down at me. Extending my hand, I run it up and down his hard shaft. James closes his eyes and lets out a moan.
When his eyes pop open, my breath stutters in my throat at the raw possessiveness radiating from his gaze. “Are you ready, baby? Because I can’t wait.” Gripping the back of my thighs, he pulls me down the bed towards him. He moves one hand up and presses his thumb against my clit before moving it in a gentle circle. My hips buck up and I hear a strangled cry escape my lips. James clutches the back of my thighs, pulling me towards him as he thrusts into me in one hard stroke. I let out a cry that combines with James’s grunt of pleasure and echoes around the room. “Are you alright?” James asks.
“Yes,” I gasp, “don’t stop.”” James pounds into me over and over. His hands touch me everywhere. I feel myself right on the edge, but just as I am about to catapult into ecstasy, James slows his pace. He builds me up over and over again until I am about to scream out my frustration. “Please, James.”
“What do you want baby?”
“Please, James. Make… me… come.” I gasp between his pounding drives.
“You are fucking mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”
“Yes, yours.” Once again I am about to come when he slows his movements.
“James,” I sob, “please, make me feel good.”
“I am going to fuck you so hard that you will never, ever think of anyone else.”
“Yes, James. Only you.” James grips my hips tightly and builds me up once again with his hard thrusts. I scream his name, and then I am shattering into a million pieces, no longer capable of forming a coherent thought.
I return to reality with the feel of light little kisses traveling up my body. When they reach my neck, I turn and open my eyes to see a satisfied smile spread across James’s face. “Who would have thought that James McAllister would have such a possessive streak?””
James give an almost imperceptible shrug and eyes me cockily. “It’s news to me too, baby.”
“You mean you weren’t always this possessive?”
“Just with you.”
For some reason this admission makes me feel all warm inside. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss
James finally stops his pacing and looks at me. I make an effort to reassure him. “You are the only person I am interested in. There is no one else.”
James reaches out and cups my face, smoothing his thumb along my cheek and over my lips. “He didn’t touch you here?”
I shake my head no.
“Say it,” he demands.
“He didn’t touch me here.” I say obediently, reaching up to touch my fingertips to my lips.
Running his hand further down along my throat, James parts the robe with his hand so that he can cup my breast. “Did he touch you here?”
I stare into his eyes, and place my hand over his on my breast. “No, he didn’t touch me here.” Relief surges through me when I see the belief in his eyes.
James nudges the robe off of my shoulders, and it falls in a heap on the floor. His hands seem to be everywhere touching my bare skin. I am on fire. Longing to feel his skin against mine, I reach up and start undoing the buttons on his shirt. When I am done, I push it back over his broad shoulders. Bending down, I inhale the scent of his warm skin and spread tiny little kisses across his chest. James groans in response. He leans over and scoops me up, carrying me off to the bedroom. James lays me across the bed before stripping out of the rest of his clothes. His cock stands boldly upright as he looks down at me. Extending my hand, I run it up and down his hard shaft. James closes his eyes and lets out a moan.
When his eyes pop open, my breath stutters in my throat at the raw possessiveness radiating from his gaze. “Are you ready, baby? Because I can’t wait.” Gripping the back of my thighs, he pulls me down the bed towards him. He moves one hand up and presses his thumb against my clit before moving it in a gentle circle. My hips buck up and I hear a strangled cry escape my lips. James clutches the back of my thighs, pulling me towards him as he thrusts into me in one hard stroke. I let out a cry that combines with James’s grunt of pleasure and echoes around the room. “Are you alright?” James asks.
“Yes,” I gasp, “don’t stop.”” James pounds into me over and over. His hands touch me everywhere. I feel myself right on the edge, but just as I am about to catapult into ecstasy, James slows his pace. He builds me up over and over again until I am about to scream out my frustration. “Please, James.”
“What do you want baby?”
“Please, James. Make… me… come.” I gasp between his pounding drives.
“You are fucking mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”
“Yes, yours.” Once again I am about to come when he slows his movements.
“James,” I sob, “please, make me feel good.”
“I am going to fuck you so hard that you will never, ever think of anyone else.”
“Yes, James. Only you.” James grips my hips tightly and builds me up once again with his hard thrusts. I scream his name, and then I am shattering into a million pieces, no longer capable of forming a coherent thought.
I return to reality with the feel of light little kisses traveling up my body. When they reach my neck, I turn and open my eyes to see a satisfied smile spread across James’s face. “Who would have thought that James McAllister would have such a possessive streak?””
James give an almost imperceptible shrug and eyes me cockily. “It’s news to me too, baby.”
“You mean you weren’t always this possessive?”
“Just with you.”
For some reason this admission makes me feel all warm inside. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss
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