“You don’t have to get all tight-lipped on me, baby. I have no plans on forcing you to marry me,” he said when I didn’t address his comment.
“You won’t have to force me. When the time is right, I’ll marry you willingly,” I admitted, surprising myself.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“I’m sure it’s music to your ears.”
“Hell, yeah.”
We arrived at his condo in about fifteen minutes. Although we spent most nights at my house so he could work on the patio, I loved his condo. I’d always wanted to live in a high-rise apartment in Downtown Black Elm, but I didn’t think it was a good place to raise a child.
“I’ll order breakfast from the spot downstairs. You want to eat on the balcony?” he asked.
“Sounds good.”
I disappeared into his bedroom while he placed our food order. I heard him enter the steam-filled bathroom, and seconds later, the glass shower door opened. I turned my head slightly, and a smile crept onto my lips.
Before I could turn to face him, he brought my back to his chest. His lips met my shoulder, then moved up to my neck as his tongue caressed my skin.
My head fell back onto his chest as his hands worked over my breasts, traveled down to my stomach, then stopped at my pussy. I lifted one of my legs onto the bench, giving his fingers ample room to provide the pleasure I sought.
He slipped two fingers into my pussy and pressed his thumb against my clit. His erect dick was pressed between my back and his stomach, and the feeling of it rubbing against me made my pussy pulse.
“Mmm, shit,” I moaned.
“Make my fingers wet and sticky with your essence. I want it all over my hands so we can lick it off.”
My breathing picked up as my pussy throbbed around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. I love how obedient your pussy is for me.”
“Knox, baby, I’m?—”
“Give me what I want, Skye.”
I released onto his fingers, and he held me up as my legs weakened and my pussy juice covered his hand.
He removed his fingers from my haven, turned me around, and put his middle finger against my lips. I opened my mouth and eagerly sucked.
“I know you taste good, baby, but save some for me.”
With his middle finger still in my mouth, he leaned forward and licked the remnants of me from his index finger. When his fingers were licked clean, he cupped my ass and lifted me onto his dick.
“Argh, fuck!” he groaned, filling me to the brim.
“Shit, Knox. You feel so good every fucking time, baby.”
“Because this pussy was made—for—me.”
He emphasized the last three words with hard thrusts. A few minutes later, we reached our peak but couldn’t bask in the afterglow because our food was on the way.
“I have a surprise for you,”I told her as we enjoyed breakfast on the patio.
“Oh yeah? Can you give me a hint about what it is?”
“No hints necessary. I finished your patio.”
She gasped. “You finished? When did that happen?”