Charity's Warrior (43 page)

His lips pressed the soft spot right behind my ear lobe. I feel the heat of his kiss all the way through my soul, and I moan my approval.

There is no protest as I feel his hands begin to undo my clothing. I move to help him.

"No," he commands, gently pushing my arms back to my sides.

His hands return to my breasts, lightly touching them as he works on the buttons of my shirt. When he finishes the buttons, he delicately slides his fingers under my collar and rolls my sleeves back over my shoulders so that my shirt falls behind me.

Justin frees me from my bra. He inhales sharply at the sight of me topless. I'm instantly self-conscious about my scar even though it's not terribly noticeable. The angle had put the bullet on the side of my breast where it was practically hidden between them.

Sensing this, Justin holds my left breast, his thumb on my nipple, and exposes the scar as he leans his mouth to it. His tongue ran over it gently before kissing it.

There is nothing to be self-conscious about. I understand his message clearly, and relax, letting it float away.

Before he straightens up, his controlled hands undo my pants and slide them down along with my panties, his hot fingers gliding along my legs. He drops to one knee and carefully lifts my legs, one at a time, removing my shoes and pulling my clothes off.

Now he stands again, fixing his eyes through mine and deep into the inside of me.

I'm thinking it's my turn to undress him, but again, when I move he stops me.

More gently than I expected he could manage, Justin puts his arms around behind me and cradles me off the ground. With a couple light steps, we were beside his huge bed.

I didn't realize, until now that I'm hovering over it, how big it is. It's not much wider than a king, but it is certainly longer. All the pillows are satin, and devil red. They stand out sharply against the black bed cover. The huge headboard is a very handsome hammered bronze.

Justin places me down and begins to undress himself while I watch. He pulls his shirt off, and I can see the striation lines ripple through the muscles of his chest and shoulders. He kicks his shoes off easily. I admire the thick vein ruining over each of his biceps while he undoes his pants and steps out of them.

Once he is nude, he climbs up beside me. My entire body tingles wherever we are touching, his leg along mine, his stiffness on my hip, my arm and shoulder on his chest and stomach. We fit together like puzzle pieces—physically and emotionally.

I realize now that this past week I had been dying. There was not enough air in the world without him, and I believe it was even worse for him.

Justin's hand is gently tickling an imaginary line from my neck, through my breasts, down to my pubic area and back up again.

"I'm so happy that you're here, it feels a little like a dream," he said.

"So am I," I reply, reassuring him with my eyes.

This time, when his hand goes down, he doesn't stop. His fingers run over my vulva. Just knowing what they are capable of is a tease. He begins kissing my shoulder and then props himself up more on top of me, kissing my neck and the side of my face. I feel his fingers open my labia and dip into the wetness already building there. My nipples stiffen as his finger enters me, gently opening me up my secrets, getting me ready. His finger hooks right into that magical spot that makes me moan.

I am ready for him, and he knows it.

There is no teasing this time, no begging. Both of us are desperate to complete our bond.

Justin carefully removes his hand and opens my legs. I watch him lift himself over my knee and come to lie over me. His warm hardness lies in my vulva, gently pressing on my clit as it’s wedged between our bodies.

I fix his blonde hair falling toward me from his face, enjoying the way he smiles at me while I do it.

"You are everything to me, Warrior," he whispers. "I find heaven through you."

"I love and adore you. Promise me you will always fight for me, Justin."

"I will," he said just as his mouth collapses to mine.

God
, it's so good to taste him again!

I put my hands on the backs of his arms and feel the muscle flexing and straining to keep him hovering over me. His hips rock back and he presses into me. Through his experience, he knows just when to have patience, inching into me carefully.

Our hips are rocking against each other now, and it's ecstasy. It's like the first drink of water after long walk in a desert. I drop my hands to his waist, gently pulling him into me harder. I can't get enough of him, can't keep him in me long enough.

His tongue searches mine. Every moment of him pushing and pulling between my legs is savored. My thighs welcome the friction of his hips.

Justin stops our kiss to growl his pleasure. His cheek is pressed to mine.

We lose ourselves in each other's flesh and passion. Both of us stop thinking. The only thing we need right now is exactly what we're doing.

I hear Bruno Mars singing his "Locked Out of Heaven" on Justin's speakers. "Your sex takes me to paradise." So very true.

I'm going to climax soon. I don't want to, I want it to last, want to enjoy the feel of him as long as possible, but there's no point in controlling it, dampening the moment.

I'll let him take me to paradise. My hands run up and down his back, and I use my fingernails to claw the top of his ass.

It's here!

I ram my left hand into the tuffs of hair on the back of his head, twisting my fingers into it and holding him close.

"Don't stop!" I demand in a breathy whisper.

"I love you, Charity."

"I love you!" I shout just as I climax.

There are mind-numbing explosions of intense pleasure, and each one rebuilds the bond we share—stronger than it was before.

Justin's own moaning orgasm had peaked and was now subsiding with mine. We find each other’s mouth again. I'm too out of breath to kiss him fully, but I enjoy the feel of his wet lips sliding on mine.

Once our breath is caught, and Justin has pulled himself out so that he can stop twitching from the sensitivity, I pull him down onto me. He collapses to his elbows, making sure I don't bare any of his weight. The dampness of sweat on his back keeps me aroused.

"You're so strong," he says to me finally. "I admire you very much for that."

I'm not exactly sure what he means.

"For you to be here now, after everything, is really an amazing testament to your spirit. Your ex, the kidnapping and accident, my foolish mistakes—you rise above it all."

He kisses my neck and ear while I listen. I'm so flattered that I don't have words ready to say back.

A few silent moments pass.

"I'm raising myself up to be worthy," he continued.

"Justin, you've saved me more times than I can count. You risked your live for me. I need to be worried about being worthy, not the other way around."

He rolled back to my side, where he was before. We let our fingers dance across each other's bodies, prolonging the moment further. At this point we don't need words. We are complete again.

A SHORT TIME LATER
, I'm still wrapped in a blanket of bliss and comfort, and I'm noticing how the red of his pillows matches the vases and other accents in the room. The black bed cover wouldn't have been my first choice as a woman, but for a man, for Justin, it was the best choice. I find the red to be exquisite, though.

"What are you looking at?" Justin asked, puzzled from trying to follow my eyes.

I laugh at him childishly.

"Just admiring the work of the other woman you had in here," I answered.

His smile ushered my pulse along as it always does.

"Some of it might be lacking a feminine side, but that made sense at the time. I never changed anything until I met you. Before that, this whole place was just for me," he said with an exorbitant amount of confidence.

"You changed things?" I ask, intrigued.

Justin smiles deviously. "Just a few alterations."

"For me?"

His smile widened. "Yes, but just as much for me."

I notice his cock twitch against my leg. Using just my eyes and expression, I demand he elaborate. My interest is writhing. Anything that makes his cock jump like that interests me.

"The things on my roof deck, the chains and hooks I used that night to bind you, they were new," he said.

His cock hardens a bit more.

"After our first time together, I was addicted to making you cum. I couldn't stop thinking about you, still can't. The way you sound and taste when you climax, it's intoxicating—like heroin. Once I realized you were receptive, I began making changes."

"So there's more, not just what's on the deck?" My clit is swollen and begging for attention, and my nipples are noticeably hard to both of us.

Justin places his fingers on one of my nipples and gently pinches it, running his finger on its tip. It sent a contraction straight to my pussy that forced my hips to jerk. There was no hiding it—he knew exactly what he just did to me.

"There's a lot more," he answered. "There's one room completely dedicated to giving you orgasms."

I am totally embarrassed—and completely turned on at the same time. I think I'm embarrassed because of how turned on I am.

I want to see it now!

He quickly leans forward and puts my hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it.

A loud moan escapes my gaping mouth, while his now raging hard-on jabs at my hip. I welcome the feel of his hand sliding down my stomach and in between my wet folds, tweaking my agitated clit.

"Show it to me," I order. "I want to see it."

Justin gives my nipple one more lick and releases it from his mouth. His finger slid down and into me, sampling my wetness, before he removed it and rolled away to the far side of his bed. He got up and came to my side, his stiffness not even quivering as he walked.

"Let me help you," he said, guiding and lifting me until I'm sitting on the edge. He reaches for my cane, tossed and forgotten by the door.

"No," I said, stopping him. "Just walk with me."

He came back and held out his hand for me. There is no calming my heart down at this point. I have no idea what I'm about to see, and the unknown excites me. When he helps me to my feet, I grab his hard penis and stroke it, rubbing it's head on the skin of my belly. I just can't wait. I'm thinking of leaning over and stuffing it into my mouth.

As always, Justin can see what I'm thinking and pulls my hand off him, forcing us to have patience.

Using his arm for support, he guides me out of his room and down to the end of the hall. There's another door down here, and it has its own key pad. I watch him punch in the code.

"Really?" I ask sarcastically.

"When you see it, you'll understand. You won't want anyone going in here but us," he said, his voice childishly excited.

The lock popped. I'm expecting darkness when it opens, the mouth of a dungeon, but as it swings, the hallway is flooded with sunlight.

"This was my personal gym, but I barely used it. Most of the time I work out at a club. I like it much better this way," his sexy voice rolls.

He walked me in. The entire outer wall is glass, looking out toward the water through the buildings.

Justin followed my gaze. "The doors all open to another patio. It makes this whole room feel like you're outside when they're all open at once.”

To be honest, I think I'm just stalling for time, because some of the things in the spacious room were so strange I have no idea what they are. Before I fixed my gaze on the windows, I saw shackles and chains, a crazy looking chair that had metal rings everywhere, something like a horse saddle.

It's silly to be embarrassed at this point, so I force my eyes back into the room. There are harnesses hanging from the ceiling in several places, and a wall full of toys and restraints, some that are obvious, some that I hope came with directions.