Authors: Sam Crescent
Taking His Woman (14 page)
“I love
you, Erica. What happens between us would never tear us apart. I want to
explore your desires with you, every step of the way.”
“Are you
sure?” she asked. She looked and sounded so vulnerable.
“You’re
going to be my wife. I want to share everything with you. When you close your
eyes all I want you to see is me. I’m a selfish bastard, Erica. I won’t share
you, but I’ll give you everything you need.”
“I love
you, Chris.
Always.”
“You own
my heart, baby. You’ve forgiven me for what I did to you in the past. You’ve
opened your heart to me. Going on this path would be the greatest pleasure.
Only for you, Erica.”
He claimed
her lips in a consuming kiss. There was nothing gentle. He put all of his love,
passion, and desire into the kiss. Chris wanted to show her with his actions
rather than words what she meant to him.
Chapter Sixteen
Erica
cried out as he ripped her panties from her body. The action was so violent it
should have scared her. But it didn’t scare her; it excited her. How could she
have been with a man for the past few months and never known this side of him?
The intense way he was staring at her as she unzipped his pants, pulling out
his cock, shocked her. There was no foreplay. He pulled her to the edge of the
counter and slammed inside her in one hard thrust.
Their
groans mingled.
“I feel
how wet you are, Erica. Tell me what you want. I’d love to be part of this,” he
said. Her shirt fell onto the floor, followed by her bra. Her tits bounced with
every hard push of his cock.
“I want to be with you, Chris. Only you,” she
said. He tweaked her nipples, and the sensation went straight to her clit. She
clawed at his back trying to feel his flesh.
Chris pulled away long enough to get his shirt
off. His trousers were round his knees, and she found his state of dress highly
erotic. Her skirt was round her waist as he held her hips and pressed back
inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“More, please, I want more.”
“Tell me to fuck your cunt,” he said.
He’d never used that word with her. She stared
at him in shock, her body pulsing with fresh arousal at his words. In the
books, men talked to women like that, and hearing it from
him
sent her desire shooting sky high.
“Fuck my cunt, Chris.” He plunged inside her in
one smooth, hard thrust. She cried out, clawing at his back for something to
hold on to.
“You feel so good around my cock, Erica.”
Staring down into his eyes, she saw the lust
for her in his depths.
“I want you. Harder.” She gave herself over to
what her body demanded. Their whole world was opening up with the revelation of
their sexual desire. The lust building between them was like a blaze that could
not be put out. She was going to talk to him tonight. His finding the book had
brought forward her conversation.
He fucked and made love to her on the kitchen
counter. Chris took her to new heights that she had never known existed. Her
tits bounced, and he bit down on the tips. She cried out. The sound was not
muffled and led to more screams of release.
“Give it to me, baby. Let me hear you take your
pleasure. You’re my woman, and I’ll never let you go.”
He sounded like he was making it a threat. To
her it sounded more like a promise. There was no place she wanted to be other
than in his arms.
“Mine.”
She wrapped her arms around him as he pressed
her against the fridge, driving inside her harder than before. His cock was
thick and firm, giving her all kinds of pleasure.
When she was close, he pulled out, bent her
over the counter and slipped inside her from behind.
“I love that you’re going to be more open with
me. Tell me what you want,” he said. Chris stopped moving giving her time to
speak.
“I want you to fuck me everywhere. I don’t want
to confine ourselves to the bedroom. I want to have everything with you.”
“We’ll do it, baby. There won’t be a surface or
a place in this house that I don’t fuck you. I’m going to give you everything
you’ve ever desired, and I’m still going to love you afterwards.”
She cried out when he slapped her ass, the
sound of the smack shocking her. The heat on her ass sent a burn of pleasure to
her clit.
“Again,” she asked. The next slap landed on her
thigh. She’d read about the pleasure from being spanked but had never thought
it was possible to feel so damned good.
Smack.
Smack. Smack.
He took it in turns changing the angle and
where he landed. She knew she would want him to spank her more often. The
change in their relationship would be fiery, and she was looking forward to
more.
Chris slammed inside her, reaching round to
finger her clit. She ground her ass against him. He changed the angle, stroking
along a spot inside her body that made her scream for more. The pleasure he
gave her overrode everything else in her body.
Two more stokes to her clit and she bucked back
against him. Her orgasm rode the pain and pleasure together. He held her hips
and fucked her harder than ever before. She accepted him and felt so much
happiness when his growl erupted in the air between them.
****
Chris held her in his arms. The love he felt
for her threatened to burst out of his chest. His grip around her waist kept
her still. He knew she’s collapse on the floor without his touch.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“That was amazing.”
He smiled in relief. “You’re not getting rid of
me now. You’re all mine.”
“I’ve always been yours, Chris. I’ve never
stopped being yours even when we were apart.” He lifted her up, pulling out of
her. She winced, and he carried her into the sitting room. Chris placed her on
his lap, stroking her hair where she rested against his chest.
“Will it be like that all the time?” she asked.
“No, but it will always be special.”
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too.” They sat on the couch even
when the phone rang. They both ignored everything but what they had with each
other.
“I can’t wait to be your wife.”
Chris tilted her head back, brushing her lips
with his own. “I can’t wait either. We’ll have a small affair, and then I’ve
got a few surprises up my sleeve.”
“This will be our first Christmas together.”
“I know. We spent a couple together in the
office. We never had one together. Molly has invited us over for dinner. She
reckons it will be good for my father to have all the family around.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
“I’d like to go. I’d hate to lose him and
regret not going this year.”
“Then I’ll go with you. I’ve got plenty of
years to cook a turkey for us. Can
“
younger brother looked at
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she
asked.
“That depends on what you’re thinking.”
“My sister and your
brother together.”
“Yep.
They’d
make a lovely couple. What do you think the chances are that we can get them
under the mistletoe?”
“Matchmaking
Christopher Sinclair, hard at work.”
She teased him.
“I’ve wasted too many years being a fool. I
won’t miss any more with the woman I love.
be happy for them.”
“I am happy for them. She is my sister, and she
has seen too much pain in her life. I’d like to see her happy. If
job then I’m glad.”
They sat
together talking and making plans for the rest of their lives. Chris held her
throughout the night. Eventually, he unplugged the phone. He wanted to spend
the weekend with his woman without any interruptions. Finding the erotic books
had opened that final barrier between them.
Chapter Seventeen
Chris
stared around the living room. There was wrapping paper spread everywhere.
Blaze
Jr.’s
squeals could be heard above the sound of
unwrapping. Chris took a sip of his coffee watching his woman with her sister
and Cassie. Molly was seated by David. The scent of turkey permeated the air.
He’d woken to an empty bed only to find Erica and all the women in the kitchen
making preparations.
He’d given her a first edition of a classic love story. At one time Chris had
thought
sent any doubts of his brother’s sexuality out of his mind. Luke and John were
in the centre of the room trying to assemble their nephew’s train set.
Looking
around him, Chris couldn’t believe how much the house was filled with the
Christmas spirit. When he was growing up he couldn’t recall many happy, festive
times of the year. Blaze went to his side holding his own cup of coffee.
“I was
going to turn down this invitation. I wanted Cassie and my son to myself.
Christmas here always seemed like a tense affair.”
“I agree.
He was never one for happiness around this time of year. Molly attends to him
now more than ever. I feel like our dad is hoping for a second chance.” Chris
stared at his parents. David kept staring at Molly with such longing. Chris
could relate to how the older man felt. Most of the time, he knew, he stared at
Erica in the same way. “I’m surprised Francesca didn’t try to come this year.”
He mentioned the woman Blaze had married instead of Cassie.
“She
phoned and said she didn’t want to see her son. I think she’s back in
rehabilitation.”
Chris
wasn’t surprised about his former sister-in-law’s state of affairs. She was a
volatile woman. Erica jumped up and walked over to him, her smile warming him
all the way through to his soul. She passed him making sure to crush her body
against his. The minx was testing him. She knew he wouldn’t risk spanking her
gorgeous ass within hearing of his family. Since their encounter about her
reading erotic books, they’d been experimenting most of their nights alone. She
really kept him on his toes.
He
listened to Blaze talk a few minutes before going back to the kitchen. Chris
found her basting the turkey.
“I thought
that was mum’s job,” he said.
“David
won’t let her leave. I think that man wants to keep her by his side for the
rest of his life.” Erica spooned more juice over the top. “You know, this will
be the first Christmas with my sister where we’ve had turkey?”
She looked
up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. It shocked him how much she’d missed from
life. “I’d better make sure to be good,” he said.
“Have you
seen the way
“I have.”
She lifted the turkey and put it back in the oven. He sat at the counter and
watched as she peeled potatoes, carrots, and parsnips. In his mind he was
seeing her hands wrapped around his cock. He touched the box in his pants
pocket. The last day of work, he’d spent three hours looking for the perfect
gift for her.
When she
put the vegetables into saucepans ready for later, he took her hand leading her
outside.
“Where are
we going?” she asked.
Snow was
thick on the ground, the air cold. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning down
to kiss her. She moaned, her fingers winding round his neck.
“I love
you,” he whispered against her ear as he kissed a path down to her neck.
“You’re
not playing fair. I’ve got to help with the preparations for dinner.”
“I’m not
going to make love to you. I’ll save that for tonight. You’ll be soaking wet
and begging for my cock.”
Another groan from her.
He chuckled, loving her response to him.
“Merry
Christmas,” he said. He pulled away and pulled out the box for her.
“You
didn’t have to get me anything else. You’ve already done so much more for me.”
“I know. I
saw this and wanted to see you wearing it.” He leaned down to her ear. “I want
you to wear it tonight. When I come to bed I want to see you standing, waiting
for me with nothing but this on.”
He teased
her neck watching her shiver with pleasure. Chris pulled away, opening the box
for her to see.