Page 91 of Run to Me
Itried so hard to be good.
Sopainfullyhard.
It’s been two weeks since I gave her my last name. Two weeks since she was taken from me. Two weeks since we were together like this. Two fucking weeks since I felt her wet heat surrounding my cock.
Two. Fucking. Weeks.
Though in all fairness, I’d wait a fucking lifetime for this girl.
I’m still conscious about hurting her, but I’m not gonna let her pleas go unanswered. What sort of husband would I be if I didn’t give my wife everything she ever asked for? Everything she wants and needs? Not a very good one.
I set her down on her feet and quickly wash the both of us before shutting off the shower and stepping out, grabbing a towel as I do to wrap around Robyn.
I might need her like I need air, but I’m not about to let her get cold.
She’s silent as she stands still and lets me dry her off, watching me with eager eyes, clearly anticipating what comes next.
“Go lie down on the bed. On your back, legs spread and ready for me,” I instruct her and she hurries off without question while I dry myself off.
I step into the bedroom to find her laid out and waiting for me, exactly the way I told her to.
“Good girl,” I murmur as I drop my towel in the laundry backet and stalk towards her.
Her breath hitches as I reach the bed and I climb on top of her, careful not to rest any of my weight on her. I might want to fuck her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But I refuse to hurt her, ever.
Nope, this is gonna be slow and sweet, I’m gonna give her exactly what she needs while also taking care of her. We have the rest of our lives for me to fuck her like I’m exercising my demons.
Tonight ain’t one of those nights.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I mutter before capturing her lips with mine. Christ, every time I kiss her is like the first time. It’s like I’m drowning and she’s my only life source, I’m just helplessly riding the wave while hoping like hell I don’t get washed away in the current of darkness.
I flip us over and rest my hands on her hips as she gasps and takes the kiss deeper, moaning into my mouth and I drink her in.
She’s my obsession, my addiction, the love of my goddamn life.
“Crawl on up, angel. I need to taste you properly, I’m fucking starved for you. Come ride my face for me,” I plead and she bites her lip.
“Don’t look at me like that, angel. I’m barely holding on as it is, get the fuck up here.”
She does as she’s told and moves her way up the bed until she’s tentatively hovering above me.
“I said sit, not fucking hover,” I growl and grab her hips, pulling her down until she’s sitting comfortably on my face.
She lets out a moan as I swipe my tongue across her clit, and any plans I had of taking this slow fly out the window as that noise hits my ears.
I need to hear it again. I need more of them, I need her to be louder, I need fucking everything from her.
I slide my hand up her ass and run my fingers through her wetness before slowly inching a finger inside of her, not letting up my assault on her clit as I do. I fuck her with my mouth and finger, then two, listening to the little desperate whines and moans she lets out until she’s tightening around them and crying out my name.
She rolls off me and lies beside me, gasping for breath while I pant next to her, my cock so fucking hard it hurts while a puddle of pre-cum rests on my stomach.
“Fuck, I need you angel,” I rasp and roll over on top of her.
“Enzo,” she whines, and it sounds like a goddamn symphony, my name on her lips sounds so fucking sweet I can’t help but lean down and taste them.
I line myself up at her entrance and slowly slide inside, letting out a groan as I do.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you feel so good angel,” I moan as she whimpers beneath me. Her hands slide up my back and into my hair and I shiver at the contact.