Crown's Chance at Love (47 page)

I pick up her hand that’s over my furiously beating heart and kiss her knuckles. Damn, even the skin there is silky soft. I lift her up and she looks surprised, but then surprise turns into an expression I haven’t seen before on her. One of sheer happiness, one that showed me that she places all of her trust into my hands. One that I want to see everyday of my life, and I am more than okay with that. She’s the rest of my life. With her I could see a future I looked forward too. I see so many things that in the past would have freaked me the hell out. I see endless nights of falling asleep next to her, countless mornings of her being the first thing I lay my eyes on, BBQ’s during the summer, building fires and snow fights during winters. I see us taking long walks hand in hand as we watch the leaves turn in color. Maybe even bringing in a baby or two to the mix. none of it freaked me out. None of it frightened me. I’m completely confident in what I want with Sabrina.

She smiles softly at me, her eyes bright and happy. Her hands are on my shoulders, and her legs are wrapped tightly around my waist. I walk us to the bed, climbing onto the center of it, our eyes never coming off one another. Her face is flushed and her rapid breathing makes me harder. I can feel her heat from where we are connected and know she’s wet and ready for me. My girl is always so ready for me.

I place her down softly, making sure to be careful. She lies back and I stare at her. The soft pink glow of the candles I had lit gives her skin a beautiful glow. Her maple brown hair fanned out, my girl is a sight to behold. She looks like a queen and I am her servant; her servant ready to do anything and everything to please her. I’d make sure to make her breakfast in bed tomorrow. I want to see her in my bed in the morning being served and pampered by me, right before I tell her I love her. After tonight, after the way I am about to worship her body, she will have no doubt about how much I love her.  

With no words exchanged, I lean in kissing her smiling face lightly, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. My hands slightly shake as I let the pads of my fingers trace the soft skin at her neck as I lean on my side. The rough pads of my fingers slowly go to the center of her bare chest and she shivers, only to tighten her hard beaded nipples, filling her naked silky skin with goosebumps. I lean in to get close to one of her delicious nipples, but I don’t lick it, I don’t take it into my mouth the way I want to. The way that I am dying to. I nudge it with my nose and she arches her body up. I lick it lightly, tasting her delicious skin. Then I continue the same torture to the other one. I sit up and look at her. Her creamy skin is flushed and warm, and the room smells like her arousal and sex. I let my hands roam her body slowly moving lower and lower until I reach my destination. I let one finger caress her slick folds, teasing her, making her whimper and moan as I lightly caress her swollen needy clit. I finally slip my middle finger into her hot wet slit slowly. So damn tight I close my eyes, enjoying how she feels on my fingers. It is like heaven every fucking time. She’s wet and so damn hot- so fucking ready for me. Feeling her slickness, how tight she is, the sounds that escape her pretty little mouth, everything single thing tests my strength to pull off what I need to do to her tonight.

“Mike,” she moans as her back arches, thrusting her hips down so that my finger can go deeper. I can feel my blood star to boil in my veins with need for her. I want to take her, show her how much I need her.  Swallowing hard I slip my finger out slowly, only to thrust it back in her a little harder and she whimpers.

“Slow tonight baby…” I tell her against her lips and she tries to protest, but I smash my lips against hers as my fingers work her.

The room is filled with nothing but her soft whimpers and the slick sounds of my finger going in and out of her wetness. I go to kneel in front of her, taking in what she looks like, how her eyes beg me for more. I lean in kissing her sternum, licking right below her belly button, kissing her hips, I almost growl at how hard I feel and how badly I need her. Then I finally reach my destination. Kissing her soft inner thighs, I let my facial hair lightly tickle her creamy skin. I want to tease her more but when I look up at her,  my mouth goes dry and my need to taste her is uncontainable. Her pretty little mouth parts, her hands dig into the sheets,
fuck I need her
.

I go to the apex of her thighs and breathe her scent in deep. I somehow find a reserve of will power.

“Want me to lick you baby?” I ask her, my deep voice resonating in the quiet room. She moans and I chuckle.

“You smell so fucking good Sabrina,” I say breathing her in again, making sure to breathe out on her sensitive flesh. She squirms below me. I open her legs wider settling my body between them as I look at her pretty pink pussy staring back at me. Its glistening with how wet she is. Her clit is so swollen it’s protruding out.

“Tell me what you want.”

“To… touch me, please,” she says breathlessly and I try to hold back my smile.

“Only touch you? Like this?” I ask grazing her outer lips and she bucks up.

“Mike.”

“Tell me baby…tell me what you want,” I whisper against the apex of her legs.

“Eat me Mike… Please…” She whimpers and I look up at her.

“You sure baby? Because I am fucking starving,” I growl my face getting closer and she whimpers and begs me. Leaning in I lick and tease her swollen nub. Tasting her, slipping a finger into her, I can hear her moans and curses as she begs me to go faster and harder, but I don’t. I somehow find the control to take it slow until she is begging almost screaming for it. That’s when I add another finger licking and sucking her, tasting her desire for me and I don’t stop. Her legs close between my head and her hands run through my hair and my fucking dick feels like it is going to explode. I reach towards the nightstand, and sit up on my knees.

***

Sabrina

Sitting up, supporting myself on my elbows I watch as he covers himself with the condom, shivering at how hard and long he looks. His body drapes over me and I spread my legs as wide as I can to give him room. I can feel the tip at my entrance, feeling his hand on the back of my head pulling me close to him, his mouth crashing onto mine. We kiss hard and fast, like we are starving for one another. We both groan against the others’ mouth as he enters me. He feels so good as he fills me, sliding his long thick length into me.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans into my mouth as he starts to work his hips, bringing himself in and out of me, each and every time bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I fight to keep my eyes open to watch him as he takes my body, filling me up, making my toes curl as I lift my hips around his lean hips.

“Mike…” I pant. I can feel it building as he works me.

“Let go baby,” he hisses, straining. A bead of sweat rests at his brow as he pushes home again and again as everything in me tightens. I can hear him groan and when he says my name I let go. Everything in me feels as if it shatters as wave after wave of pleasure hits. Faintly aware of digging my nails at his strong shoulders, I feel him thrust in two more times when he finally lets go, moaning into my mouth as he comes.

I am panting as if I just ran a marathon. His warm body draped over mine, his face in the crook of my neck, I stroke his hair as my eyes grow heavy. He leans up and looks at me, kissing me softly. He whispers he will be right back and when he does my body still feels as if it is floating and I cuddle into him, pretty sure that I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Sabrina

I can feel the warm sunlight streaming into the room, warming my skin and I smile. Opening my eyes I turn in bed expecting to see Mike, but he isn’t there. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms up, my body deliciously sore; a happy reminder of the night before.

Mike had been incredible.

So many things about last night had been so different than how they had been the last two months. It had been slow and loving almost as if he was trying to show me how much he cared. I shook my head at the silly notion, but something had been so different about last night. It had been beautiful and sweet and completely indulgent. He had made sure to take care of me every step of the way. Remembering the way his eyes had looked so full of… love? Could he love me? Or was I just seeing what I wanted to see?

“Hey beautiful,” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts as he walks into the room. My eyes go to him and I feel like my heart suddenly froze.

He is shirtless in black track pants that make his ass look like you could bounce a quarter off of them, showing that great V right below his hips that always makes my mouth go dry. It is not fair that a man his age looks that damn fine. He’s smiling at me with that boyish grin, that obviously tells me that I have been caught ogling him.

That’s when I take in that he is carrying a tray with two plates, and a tiny little vase with a pretty pink rose in it.

“You made me breakfast in bed?” I say more than ask and I can feel my eyes tear up a little.

“Yeah. I figured after last night, you worked up an appetite,” he grins at me as he comes to sit next to me, placing the tray on the bed. I look down at the plates. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and a bowl of fruit.

It is something so simple, yet I can’t even say how much I appreciate it as something tightens in my throat and tugs at my heart. It’d been a long time since anyone had made me breakfast in bed, and I can feel my eyes start to get watery.

“Hey what’s wrong?” he asks and I shake my head still looking at the pretty tray.  Shit he even has a tiny vase with a  pretty pink rose.

I can feel him get out of bed, and he takes the tray placing it on the nightstand closest to him. The tears are so close to rolling I can’t get the strength to look up at him. Staring at the white sheets I feel the bed lower against his weight as he comes back to bed.

“Baby, look at me,” he urges on and I take a deep breath and try to smile. “What did I do wrong?” his eyes are filled with worry. Yet I shake my head and sniffle.

“Nothing Mike… It’s just that…. no one’s done that for me… in such a long time. I’m sorry I am being such a girl,” I shake my head looking down. His finger lifts my chin and our eyes meet.

“It’s one of the things I like most about you,” he says smiling and I lean into kiss him. I kiss him slow and he doesn’t take it further. His thumb clears a tear that escaped. God I love this man. The words are at the tip of my tongue, yet I can’t spit them out.

“I’m sorry. Breakfast looks great. Can we eat?” I say after I pull away from our kiss and he smiles so big at me that it reaches his eyes. When he smiles that way it makes him seem so much younger.

We eat in a comfortable silence, stealing shy glances at one another. It all feels intimate and beautiful as we sit in the silence eating and feeding one another bits of fruit. Something is definitely different. I can feel it in the air, in him, in me.

“Mike…” “Sabrina…” we say at the same time and start laughing. He points at me and as I am about to talk, my phone goes off on the nightstand closest to me.

“Let me answer this,” I say and he nods smiling at me taking a bite of his toast.

“Hello,” I answer cheerfully without looking at who it is popping a piece of cantaloupe from the bowl into my mouth, my eyes never leaving Mike’s happy beautiful pale blue ones.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” a shrill voice yells at me, and I frown looking down at my phone.

Reese, Sean’s mom.

I sit up straighter. She must have found out I was dating. I knew this day would one day come, I just never expected her to be this upset. She was very traditional in the sense that if your partner died, and you were a woman, you lived the rest of your life alone. She hated the fact that Nick would even stay at our place to help us out and always scowled when the kids brought any male influence up at all regardless of who they were.

“Reese…” I start to say but she starts to yell.

“NO! I can not believe you would be doing something so…. so disgusting!” She yells and I take a deep breath. I knew this was going to happen. Somehow or another news would get to her that I was seeing someone new. She loved her sons, and she had grieved very much over Sean, as much as I had. But where I knew life had to keep going, she worshipped and couldn’t move past her son’s memory.