Perfectly Imperfect by Harper Sloan
And then the choice is out of my hands. Completely and utterly gone.
My head snaps up when her hands slide into the waistband at my hips and push down. My cock, wet at the tip with a drop of pre-cum, springs forward and almost takes her eye out with its eagerness. Then those lips are wrapping around my thickness and the wet heat of her mouth is burning a trail down my shaft. Her brown eyes look up and meet my shocked gaze and the lust-filled enjoyment in them makes me groan. One hand comes up to circle my cock just below her lips and the other comes up to lift my heavy balls. The combined touch of her hands with the wet suction created by her mouth is making my knees weak.
I brush away the hair that falls next to her cheek and hold it against the side of her head as it bobs in my hold. When her teeth lightly scrape against me, I almost grab her head and start to fuck her mouth with vigor.
"Willow. Stop," I order her with thick authority in my voice.
She lets my cock fall from her mouth with a loud pop before she licks her lips.
"Get up, baby." She gives my cock a look of longing before standing at my command in front of me. She shields her body from my appraisal--something that she hasn't done in weeks--and I know it was because of the harshness of my order for her to get up. "Don't do that. I'm not mad. I didn't make you stop because I didn't like it. I had to make you stop or I was going to lose control, and I need to be inside you when I come."
Her hands drop, and she gives me the view I want. Stepping closer, I bring my hands to her cheeks and tip her head up. She holds my stare, and I'm rewarded when the uneasiness there just seconds ago disappears. "I love when you suck my cock, baby, fucking love it. You're so good that I almost come the second you take me in this talented mouth. But right now, it's time for me to finally make love to you, and I don't want that to be over anytime soon."
My erection presses into her stomach when I pull her body to mine and take her mouth in a deep kiss meant to devour. I spend my time deepening each swipe of my tongue until she lifts her leg and hooks it around my hip. I dig my fingers in and hold her to my body up as she tries to shift her hips to ease the ache building between her legs.
Breaking our kiss, I drop to my knees and press against her until she's sitting on the mattress. "Lean back and let me eat, Willow." I don't wait for her to obey. Instead, I grab each thigh and throw them over my shoulders. My mouth opens and I suck in, hollow my cheeks, and lick the wetness from her cunt. I eat her loudly, and when I feel her running down my chin, I start pulling away. Not to stop--oh, fuck no, not while the sweet taste of her is running down my face. I move slightly so I can adjust my hold on her hips and pull her voraciously against my mouth. Letting her fuck my face with each thrust of her hips, I ride wave upon wave when her climax bursts free. The legs caging my head tighten, and I look up through a haze of ecstasy and watch her come undone.
Her hands are clenching her tits, pinching the nipples, and then clenching them again. I had expected to find her head thrown back because I can still feel her pussy constricting against my tongue as the waves of her orgasm still hold her captive.
Giving her one last swipe, I swirl my tongue around her clit and give her a kiss, making her jerk her hips. Her thighs fall heavy against the mattress, and I stand, her legs open wide and that delicious pink pussy red from my attention.
She doesn't move, and I have to wonder if she's waiting for me to stop as I have ever other time, but unlike then, I know she's ready and on the same page with me. This step in our relationship was always more important in its meaning than just getting a quick fuck. I needed her to trust completely in me, but more importantly, I needed her to trust herself.
Seeing her lying open and vulnerable, letting me see every inch, and by not hiding, letting me know she wants me to see her.
I reach out, grab the condom, and make quick work of the annoying necessity. Her breath quickens, and she lets out a soft sigh when my body covers hers. One elbow hits the mattress and I push my hand under her head to bring her face closer to mine as I hover over her. Reaching down, I take my cock in hand and press the tip to her opening. She lets out a loud moan, and I follow the tear that leaks out of the corner of her eye.
"I love you," she gasps and pushes off the mattress with her feet, impaling herself on my length as much as she can. The second I enter her, we both let out a shaky breath.
The hand that had been attempting to slowly guide myself into her takes her hip, the full curve that I love so much, and holds on tight as my hips power into her. I keep my face an inch from hers. Swallow each one of her cries and give her my own as we move together in the perfect rhythm. When I push in, she grinds her hips up and rocks against my body. As I pull out of her tight heat, her inner walls clamp down in protest. I try to keep my movements at a slow pace until her nails come out and I feel the bite of them against my ass, trying to force me to go faster. Then I release her hip, bracing my weight with a palm to the mattress, and I let go and give her everything I had been holding back.
I lovingly fuck my woman, and when I feel her come rush against my balls, I let out a rumble-roar of completion and settle my hips to hers. I come so hard I struggle to breathe.
"I love you, too, baby," I tell her when the last tremor leaves my body. I watch two tears fall from each of her eyes, and I lean forward to finally take her mouth. I don't pull out--there's no fucking need because, even after the force my balls were just drained, I'm still hard and rocking against her.
It doesn't take long before we're gasping around each other's mouths. I pull back and reluctantly pull my cock out, rip off the full condom and reach out for my wallet to grab the only other one I have. I almost drop it twice, but I finally manage the pull it on and I push back into her slowly.
The rushed fever of our need isn't dominating us this time. I push into her slowly, dragging myself out before repeating. We're fused together in every way possible, and as our bodies climb higher, I feel the same overwhelming love I do every time I'm with her grow to something so immense in its power that I falter in my thrusts. The frantic beat of my heart picks up speed until I'm so overcome with my feelings that I can feel them clawing up my throat. I choke out some sort of sob-like noise before I whisper her name. We come together just seconds later, and not once do I take my eyes from hers.
I can see the same intensity I'm feeling reflected in her stare, and I know that what we're both feeling goes beyond the love we've developed. This is more than just coming together physically. This was our souls devouring any space left between them to become one. To fuse together in a bond that will never be broken.
At this moment, our love turned into something so much bigger than words can describe. It's only when I roll my back to the mattress, pull her body to mine, and feel her head rest gently against my chest that I realize tears of my own have fallen from my eyes.
I GASP, COMING OUT OF A deep sleep at the same moment my orgasm crashes over me. My head tilts back against the warmth of Kane's shoulder as he leans over me and continues to torture the deliciously sore spot between my legs. Two long fingers push deeper and curl inside of me right when I crest the peak of the first wave of ecstasy that washes over me.
"Kane!" I cry out and start to move my hips in tune with each pump of his hand. "Oh, God!"
My body arches, and my bottom presses against his body. I can feel the hardness of his erection as he rolls his hips against me to add some friction against the part of him that has kept me awake for long hours throughout the night.
"You're so tight my fingers can't even move, Willow," his husky voice tells me. I can hear the sleep still in his tone. "I woke up after what feels like a handful of minutes sleeping and felt like if I didn't get back inside you soon and feel you come on my cock that I wouldn't be able to take another breath. I'm desperate for you."
I shudder violently when his fingers hit a spot inside me that makes my oversensitive body jerk. His hand slips from between my legs, and I cry out when I lose the thickness of his two fi
I have to take a second to let my heart to slow down and then turn my body so I can look into his eyes.
"How can you still be hard?" I pant in question.
"Have you taken a good look at yourself, Willow? Your body is what wet dreams are made of, and after finally knowing what it feels like to have that lusciousness meeting my brutal thrusting--fuck, I'm not sure I'll ever get rid of my hard-on."
My face warms at his words, and I love the pride-like feeling that comes over me at his praise.
"I used to hate this lush body you seem not to be able to get enough of, but when you say those kinds of things to me, I really believe them." His face goes soft, and he loses some, but not all, of the harshness to his features that his desire has brought forward. "I never thought I would have this, Kane. Never. The way you look at me makes me feel like the most powerful woman in the world."
My legs open when he moves his body slightly, and he reaches for my leg to pull it over his waist. We're both on our sides, our faces sharing one pillow as our breathing comes out to dance between us. His dick settles between my center and he gives a few thrusts of his hips to coat himself with my wetness.
"Watch me," he tells me and then kisses me softly.
Reaching over to the side of the bed, he grabs a condom from the box he opened earlier after searching for it in one of the packed boxes and covers himself. When he comes back to me, he puts his back to the bed and pulls me to straddle his hips. My yelp of surprise is quickly followed by a moan when he helps me lift up and guides myself on him.
"Watch us," he continues on a moan when I seat myself completely on his length.
"Feel us," he groans, his eyes closing to slits and his hands giving my sides a squeeze.
I rock forward and slowly lift myself. He doesn't move, but his eyes roam over my face and down my body. I follow his lead and look down at myself. My breasts sway each time I circle my waist. Each one heavy as it shakes with not just my body's movements, but also with my rapid breathing.
"See us." His voice is not more than a harsh pant dripping with arousal. "Fuck," he continues. The erotic image of my body taking his seems to become too much, and he brings his eyes back to my face.
Arching my back and bending forward, my hands come to his chest and I use him as leverage to pick up speed. My hair fans out around our faces, and he looks at me through his mask of euphoria.
"Look. Down. And see," he puffs severely through his clenched jaw.
I lose his eyes when he looks at our joined bodies, and I bend my head down a little more to follow his gaze. My breasts are now heaving with the force as I'm sliding him in and out of my body, and the sight makes me pick up my speed. I bite my lip when they start to move together and the feeling of them rubbing against each other makes me moan. I look past them and when I see myself opening around his thick dick, I feel myself get wetter, and my breaths come in quicker bursts.
"Lean up," he grunts, and I comply with his demand. "See and feel, love."
My eyes watch his hands as he brings them up my torso; I follow his path and when his hands cup my breasts, I let out a long and loud moan, my hips jerking and his dick jerking inside me. I see my body through his eyes, the ones that feast on every inch of skin he touches when he drags those dexterous fingers back down. My stomach clenches and my body tightens around his length. He ends his exploration with one hand holding tightly to my side, his fingers holding me so tightly that they're white, and the pleasure I feel from the bite of pain of his grip makes me rock even quicker against him. His other hand moves down the center of my body until he hits the spot where our bodies are joined. My eyes leave his hand for just a second to look at his face, to witness what he sees with just one glance.
His face is flush, and his mouth is opened slightly. His rapid breathing is noisy through the opening, and he groans when his finger hits my clit and I jerk my hips roughly against him. His eyes are almost completely black from his dilated pupils when he moves his study from my body and meets my eyes.
"Now feel me," he commands, and in one rapid burst of energy, he has our positions flipped and I'm screaming his name as he thrusts into my body violently. My headboard slams against the wall, the wood audibly making a noise that tells me it's about to break.
He continues the forcefulness as his body powers into mine. Both arms locked tight, he's holding his body up from the mattress and giving me a view between us.
"Fuck, you were made for me," he rumbles. "Look at how you take me, Willow. See how beautiful it is when I fuck you hard and each part of your soft body welcomes every powerful inch of my hard body. Goddamn, this body was made for mine. Made for me."
His voice is raw, the exertion of his movements bringing out the hunger we both feel. The frame of my bed continues to complain when his speed picks up and I'm unable to look away from the sight of him taking me deliciously hard. My body tightens harshly and my limbs lock as a tidal wave of feelings breaks over every inch. I hear him grunt, stutter in his thrust in, and my body locks even more.
My throat feels sore as I scream his name and a whole bunch of other incoherent gibberish as I splinter into a million pieces. When I hear his own roar of pleasure, blackness is edging around my vision and the last thing I remember is hearing how much he loves me.
I step out of the shower and run the towel over my sore body. A sore body that I hope always feels this way.
Well used and well loved.
I can hear Kane speaking on the other side of the bathroom door and shiver when the deep, rough tones hit my ears. We had spent the morning wrapped around each other, but after he made me pass out with the force of our coupling, we haven't made love again.
Made love. Yeah, that was without a doubt what we had shared earlier. The intensity of it was like nothing I've ever known possible. It was worth every day of foreplay that we had built toward that moment. We shared everything I had never known to dream of between us, and I'm still feeling the aftershocks of it.
Wrapping the towel around my body, I open the bathroom door and walk into the bedroom. Kane turns toward me and gives my body a long, leisurely inspection before I get his dimple and handsome smile. He's pulled his jeans back on, but besides that, he's still bare for my eyes.
He walks over and leans down to give me a kiss. I can hear the feminine voice through the phone pressed to his ear and wait to see whom he is speaking to. He seems off from his normal, calm self. He's moving like Kane, giving me the attention I have become used to, but something in the way his body is pulled tight has me on edge.
"No, Mia, we leave tomorrow. Late flight so we can finish getting Willow's things settled with the movers."
Ah, Mia.
I actually really like Mia, even though I tried hard not to in the beginning. We've been able to form a friendship over the last month and a half. The first time I spoke to her was weird. It was awkward because I know there is something Kane hasn't told me about her--about their relationship. I believed him when he told me that they were just friends, but it still bothered me that he held something back. But he asked me to trust him, so I have.
That first phone call was clipped and hesitant on my end until she laughed in my ear and gave me what I needed to let go of that hesitancy I felt toward her. Her words, and I quote, were, 'I can hear you worrying, but let me address the rumors that are out there about Kane and my relationship. He's always treated me like a little sister. He's always been protective and because of that, and our friendship, the media's always had it in their ass about us having something more.'
Hearing it from her, even though I believed Kane when he told me the same, helped to ease my mind. Sure, it wasn't an emphatic no, but it was a denial. Since then, we've talked on the phone a few times. I wouldn't say I'm going to start inviting her to girls' night, but I enjoy the chats we do have. She makes it hard not to like her.
"All right, I'll tell Willow, but I know we're going to be busy when we get in. There isn't much time between our ar
He lets out a soft rumble of laughter, his eyes darting to mine before he rolls them dramatically. Something within his gaze makes a chill run down my spine. I can't put my finger on it, but just as quickly as it was there, it vanished.
"Yeah, I can guarantee that if you tried that shit, you wouldn't be successful. At all. Trust me, not even the promise of a lifetime supply of Tim Tams is going to get me to agree to dinner that early." He turns away from me, and I watch the muscles in his back tense. "A few days, Mia. There's just too much going on."
I turn from him and try to ignore the feeling and move about the room, grabbing my clothes and pulling them on. He starts to end his call and makes plans to call her in four days, Friday at the latest.
I ignore the little bit of nerves I have over seeing Mia for the first time in person in just a few days. What did he say? Friday at the latest? That gives me four days to prepare myself. We have today and some of tomorrow left here before I leave New York behind, and I know Kane meant every word about us being busy when we get to California. Not just because I have to get unpacked and all that comes with moving homes, but also to catch up on the work we're missing while we're here.
"What time are Kirby and Eddie coming?" Kane asks, his voice interrupting my mental checklist for his upcoming appearances and interviews. He pulls my back to his front, wrapping his arms around my body, and drops a kiss on my shoulder.
Just like that, everything that had been on my mind just seconds before drops from my thoughts and concerns. My mind only cares about Kane. Clearly, this is something I need to work on. I don't need to start slipping on the job because my infatuation with him consumes me.
My arms come up and I fold them over the corded muscles in his arms, just below my chest. "I think we have about an hour? I wasn't really sure when I talked to Eddie. He kept going on and on about someone he met in London, so it was hard to follow the conversation."