Stuck-Up Suit(83)

I tried to take a deep, calming breath, but it was impossible to relax. My chest heaved up and down. I need to see her so badly.

I knocked and waited.

When it finally opened, I froze for a moment.

Soraya.

God, she was f*cking incredible.

She was standing at the door wearing only a hot pink bra and panties, and her tips were dyed hot pink to match. Never in my life had I seen such beauty. I stood there for a full minute, just taking her in. Then, I finally spoke. “What does hot pink mean?”

She looked me in the eyes. “Love. It means I’m in love.”

My eyes closed. For a second, I thought I might * out right there at the threshold and cry. I was so f*cking happy, my emotions needed an outlet.

“I’m afraid to come in.”

“Why?” Her face momentarily dropped.

“Because there’s so much I want to do to you, so much I feel right now, I’m afraid I won’t be gentle.”

Her cheeks flushed a bit. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to be you. A bossy, stuck-up ass with an unexpectedly sweet side. A dad that is going to love his daughter unconditionally no matter what, and never leave her behind. And a dominant partner in bed who sometimes needs it a little rough. I want all of you, Graham.”

I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. “Oh, you’re going to get it all, alright. My mouth, my hand, my fingers, my body, my cock.” Taking her into my arms, I kissed her with everything I had.

Between kisses, she apologized over and over again. “I’m sorry for what I did. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“I know you did. Just promise me you’ll never push me away again, baby.”

“I promise.”

I surprised her by lifting her off her feet and cradling her in my arms. “Since you answered the door in that outfit, I’m guessing Delia isn’t here.”

“She has family in Hermosa Beach. She’s staying at a cousin’s for the night.”

“Remind me to send her a thank you gift. Perhaps a car.”

I began walking down a hallway looking for a bedroom. When I set her down on the edge of the mattress, I realized that her foot was bandaged. “What happened here?”

“I fixed my tattoo.”

“The feather one?” She changed the one I had replicated on my chest?

“Yes.” She leaned down to the dressing and slowly peeled part of it back. I held my breath until I realized she hadn’t changed the tattoo, she had added to it. Just as I had done, there was a name scripted above the feather. Graham.

Having no words, I leaned in and kissed her. When we came up for air, she pointed her eyes back down at her foot for me to follow. “Don’t you want to see the rest of the changes I made?”

I squinted my eyes. “More ink?”

“Go ahead, take it off.” She bit her bottom lip and lifted her shapely leg up.

If there was any doubt in my mind that she was the perfect woman for me, seeing what she had done would have erased every last shred of it. I stared down, emotions choking me up. “I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful.” Written in the same script as my name above the feather was Chloe, beneath it.

“I love you, Graham. And your daughter, too. I know it’s early, and we need to go slow, but I want to be part of her life. I want to be involved. You were right. Just because of how things worked out with my own father, doesn’t mean it can’t work. I want to pick her up from dance classes and burn cookies with her on weekends. I want to watch her grow up and learn from her incredible father. I don’t just love you, Graham…” I caught a tear as it fell down her check. “I love Chloe, too.”

Hearing those words, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. She loves me and my daughter. It was the first time since I was a child that I felt like I had a real family again.

“I came in here with so much pent up emotions that I was nervous I wouldn’t be gentle with you. But somehow, you softened me. I love you, too, gorgeous…more than anything. I’m in better control now, although I still need to be inside of you. Tell me…” I began to strip out of my clothes. “Do you want me to make love to you now and f*ck you hard later. Or f*ck you hard now and save sweet for seconds?”

She didn’t answer right away. I made quick work shedding my clothes, and as I hooked my fingers into my boxers, I stopped and looked to her for an answer. “What’s it going to be, Soraya?” I pulled down my boxer briefs, revealing I was fully ready for her, either choice she gave.

She licked her lips. “Fuck first. Sweet second.”

“Good choice.” She was sitting on the edge of the bed. I removed her panties and felt the wetness already between her legs before I lifted her. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

I moved us to the wall, pinned her back against it, and wasted no time lifting her onto my cock. “Fuuuck.” I let out a groan as I pulled her down onto me. It was amazing that it had only been less than two weeks since the last time I was inside of her. The way that I longed for this, made it feel like an eternity that we were apart. I tried to go slow at first, making sure her body was ready for me. But when she moaned and told me she loved me and loved my cock inside of her, all bets were off.

I pounded into her hard and fast. At one point, I worried that I was hurting her because of the sound of her body slamming repeatedly against the wall. But when I tried to go easier, she begged for me to go even harder. There was nothing better than hearing the woman you loved telling you that she loved your cock and wanted it harder. We both came long and hard, yelling out as we released together at the same time. I was sure the neighbors had to have heard. Hell, I wanted them to hear. I wanted the whole f*cking world to know what this woman did to me.