“Of course, I like it. The view is incredible-you are incredible,” I reply. I drop the belt to the ground, and she pouts her lips.
“I mean us,” he murmurs and caresses his own abdomen. I unbutton my pants. “Do you like our relationship?”
“What’s your question, love?” I laugh, letting my pants fall to my ankles and getting rid of them completely.
“Evelyn looks so excited about her wedding. She told me it’s because she really likes her relationship with Daniel,” she whispers. I place myself between her legs and kiss her forehead. “I guess that’s what makes a couple happy-that they both like the relationship,” she shrugs.
I look at her face and lick my lips.
“Of course, I like our relationship. I love everything that has to do with you,” I admit. She tilts her head and looks directly at me.
Her hands settle on my scalp, and I notice how her makeup is a little smudged and her hair is disheveled. Damn, even like this, she looks gorgeous.
“That’s good. I like it too, Alex,” she whispers, and I kiss her lips. “But I like how we are. I wouldn’t want to have a baby,” she says and makes a face of horror. I laugh and shake my head.
“We’re not having a baby, love. Not yet,” I clarify. She sighs in relief. “I’ll wait as long as necessary, but I’m not going to pressure you. You’re still very young, and I understand that. Although, your reaction every time I say the word ‘baby’ is quite cute, to tell the truth.” I mock her, and her cheeks blush.
I kiss her slowly, enjoying the taste of her lips mixed with what seems to be tequila. Her legs surround my hips, and her arms hug my neck. I lower my kisses to her neck, and she lets out a few moans. I can’t stop thinking about how much I like that sound.
“I really love you. I don’t know what I’m going to do when you get tired of me,” she sighs. I frown.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused. She caresses my face.
“You know. You’re going to get tired of me, Alex. Everyone says the same thing, and I know it’s true. Men like you deserve better than a simple teenager, but I try to enjoy our moments together.” She smiles sadly at me, and I can’t help but feel my heart break a little.
How could she think that? I thought we were both serious. I thought she also imagined us together in the future. I thought she also wanted to be with me.
“You promised me that you wouldn’t be carried away by what people say. You promised me that by pinky promise,” I growl, getting up. She pouts, and I notice how her face turns completely sad.
“I don’t want them to be right, but it’s true,” she shrugs, and a tear falls down her cheek.
“Are you crying?” I ask, and she nods slightly, letting more tears fall down her cheeks.
“I… it… is… that… I… want… to… have… you… forever,” she sobs. I approach her and caress her face. “I want you to go to prom with me, to come with me to find my apartment for college, and… and to take a tour around it. I want to accompany you on your business trips, help you whenever you’re stressed, give you a massage, tell you how much I love you, and kiss you so you can relax. And I want to m… marry you and have… children, of course, I want it,” she murmurs, and I notice how her voice is beginning to break. “But that’s not going to happen because I am your whim.” Then she starts to cry.
My jaw clenches. I’ve heard those words so many times, but hearing them from her mouth hurts like hell. Every word that comes out of her mouth about us not being together hurts, to be honest.
“Baby, I’m not going to leave you,” I murmur. She looks me straight in the eyes and lets her tears fall. I run my hand over her cheek, wiping them away. “You’re young, but come on, I’m not that old,” I joke. She lets out a small laugh and smiles.
“You’re not,” she denies. I smile sideways. “You’re the best boyfriend in the world,” she murmurs and kisses me.
I cup her face in my hands, and her small hands pull me toward her, causing us both to lie on the bed.
I feel her warm skin start to heat mine, and it feels so damn good. I love the way she makes me feel, how my body adjusts to hers in a way that is… amazing.
Our movements accelerate, and in a matter of seconds, we are both completely naked.
“I want to make love to you,” I whisper. She sighs and nods. “But I want to know that you want the same,” I murmur and rub my cock against her pussy.
“I want you to make love to me,” she asks. I smile sideways, place the tip of my cock at the lip of her pussy, and with a slow movement, I thrust into her.
I feel her walls clench around my cock, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Her pussy keep closing up whenever I don’t make her mine for a few days, and I think that’s amazing. She’s so tight, she’s so small, so beautiful, so mine.
“I want you to scream that you’re mine,” I growl against her neck. I hear her let out a muffled moan.
Her eyes are closed, her mouth half-open, letting out a few moans, sighs, and sobs. We can’t stop panting. Our breathing is extremely labored. The sound of our skin hitting each other is the only thing that can be heard-my favorite sound.
“Oh, Alex,” she moans.
I kiss her neck as I thrust in and out of her. I’ll never get tired of this-her body, her face, her moans, her breathing, her skin, her eyes, her swollen lips, her erect nipples, the way she hunches and her ribs stick out, her breathy voice, her flushed cheeks. Everything about her is so damn perfect.
I look straight at her. I feel my heart racing, and for a moment, I forget about my pleasure. The only thing that matters to me is her right now. I want to watch her all night. I want to remember every little detail of her. I want to hug her, kiss her, and make her mine every day.
I feel her body tense under my skin, and I repeat for the thousandth time that I love her. Not because she needs to know it or because I feel that if I don’t tell her, something might change between us-but because I want to. I want to repeat it to her every second of my life. I need to tell her what I feel.
She needs to know that she is the woman I love most in my life, that I don’t care what others think as long as she is with me. She needs to know that she is not a mistake but quite the opposite-she is like an angel who came to save me from my shitty life.
She brought love and happiness to my life full of resentment and hatred. She changed my screams to laughter, my curses to compliments, and my blows to caresses. The only thing she has done is change my life in a positive way, and I have no way to thank her.
An intense gasp of my name leaves her mouth, and I just feel my cum fill her completely.
We both gasp, and I kiss her forehead before bringing it together with mine.
“I fucking love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I whisper.
I hear a small laugh from her. I wrinkle my nose and look at her. “What’s so funny?” I ask, amused. She looks at me with a smile. She shakes her head and continues laughing.
“Hey, no secrets! I want to laugh too,” I jokingly complain, and she bursts out laughing.
“It’s just that, since there’s little light, you look very funny,” she laughs. I raise my eyebrows. “Your hair is all messy, and you’re sweaty, and it makes you look really funny.” She laughs softly.
I smile sideways and look at her. “But hey, I love you more,” she defends herself, and I burst out laughing.
What did I do to deserve so much Love?