Elijah*
Eyes flutters open at the sound of seagulls and crashing waves rouse me up. My chest weighed down having me looking down to it seeing her upper naked half sleeping on me creating a smile on my face. It feels good to have her back, in my arms, on my bed, where
she belongs. The night held so much memories, our bodies tangled on every inch of the room and the bed. Her warm flesh teasing every common sense in my head which flies away with a kiss of her lips, the touch of her hands, those beautiful hazels looking at me sucking the life I have left. She just has to be a witch.
Driving me crazy but at same time fucking with my brains, my body, my heart. Chuckling softly I only thought this day will never come, it did. The Russian King has himself running over the world for a little Latina. Having her in my arms, under me in the throes of the night have me thinking what a joke my life has been without her all those years. A caricature.
The softness of her thighs wrapped around my waist as her walls spasms on my dick. My plump lips saying words that have me jumping in victory for conquering death for she who shot me. Her nails living vivid marks of our passionate night. Falling over the bridge into the water was a death I escaped, it fucked with my head seeing her point the gun at me hours ago. And I was true to my words.
If she hates me that much to shoot me again, I will die a happy man after the instructions I passed on to Alexei. She didn't. And I don't know if to say I'm stupid, it is just that Sonia has me thinking if I still have a brain. Hearing her cries and the innocence of her words rendered me useless once more. I could never be mad at her even if I tried. She is the sun, a saviour to my heart. I found something beautiful in her, in us. Something I saw from my mother and father; true, fire, love, perfect, harmony. I am in love with this woman, my heart beats for her, searching for her, never to let go.
I wish to have this moment forever, no foes to think of, no one to conquer only our hearts burning with a thousand Sparks. I sound like a fucking love doctor. Slowly my hand rise to touch her, to have a feel of her on the tips of my fingers. Luscious brown curls splayed on her face resting on the bed, brushing the strands expose her face to me, beautiful, soft, perfect. Thick brows adorn her face, Rosy cheek, tan skin, full lips and the perfect nose. My heart squeeze with pride that this is all mine. Mine for the kissing, mine for the touching, mine for the fucking.
Mine.
Being the left handed, I try to cautiously pull her closer so my Insanity will be sane just for her leg to brush my dick under the sheet rousing the sleeping giant. Fuck, I am insatiable of her praying it doesn't grow to full length. I need her to sleep after the vigorous night, she
needs to rest for our baby's sake. Just that the little fucker has a mind of its own. Fuck.
I need to leave her sleep but she didn't let go when I get to shift away, her arms held me close even in her deep sleep. I don't want to leave either so I stay watching her like a creep I am. Her soft breathing fills my eyes as I carefully move my fingers to her face once more, leaving light touches. A small moan escapes her lips, I can only imagine what she is dreaming. So I got greedy, I want to hear more trailing my hand to her erect nipples; her dream must be damn good to have her breasts full and waiting.
Rolling the hardened bud with the tip of my fingers increase her vocal exciting my now erect thickness gushing out precum. So I dragged on, rolling the nipples till she began squirming on me moaning softly and still asleep. I got jealous, envy and angry morphing my face in a frown.
"Elijah." The faintest moan escapes getting the frown deeper.
I told her no one not even the dream me she belongs to. She should be looking at me, moaning for me, squirming hard for me not her dream me. I sound crazy. How can I be jealous of her dream? But I am.
Trailing my hand down to her pussy finding it moist and soaked. My dick strained against the sheets in anger and need. She needs to wake up. Raising a leg over mine I aligned the bulbous tip sliding in smoothly.
"Papi." She moans snapping her eyes open looking at me in alarm. Feeling guilty seeing how sleepy she is and waking her abruptly I bury my head on the nape of her neck sucking, kissing and biting getting her excited as I am. Her walls gripped my dick hearing those sweet moans again. Pulling back I look all over her flushed face landing at her captivating hazel caressing her hair before pulling her for a kiss.
"You were moaning for him. I don't like it." Slowly my eyes meet hers. "I got jealous." The most beautiful smile came on her face brighting the whole room.
"What do you want Papi?" Rolling over on top of me sliding down to hilt. Fuck! We both moan,
heads thrown back relishing on the epic feel before our eye meets again as I grip her waist.
"I need you Princess." Bouncing her on my dick I watch as her breasts jiggles, her lips forms an 'o' and she moans for me over and over again. But then my head takes to her moaning for the man in her dream.
Jealousy is truly green.
Gripping her neck yanking her by her hair down to me that we are chest to chest I force her to look at me. Thrusting harder and deeper in her. "I need you to know you belong to me, your moans belongs to me, everything; the next time you make me jealous I will fuck you so hard till you can't walk no more." Like a good girl getting greedy of my dick she responds by clenching hard but I won't have it. I need words.
Gripping her neck harder seeing she loves it, I growl. "Answer me Princess." Slamming into her knocking the air out she blinks crying out in a loud moan.
"Yes Papi. I won't...fuck!" She screams falling on me as I thrust into her warm wet pussy. She better.