Page 7 of Securing Her Innocence
Soft.That's what I am. Soft and compromised because of her.
I stride back inside, the makeshift bouquet clutched awkwardly in my huge fist. When I step into the room, Annika is standing by the window, staring out at the woods, her back to me.
"Here." My voice is a flat command, emotionless.
She turns. Her eyes widen at the sight of the dirty, crumpled handful of flowers. A slow, radiant smile spreads across her face, eclipsing the shadows. She doesn't say thank you. Instead, Annika drops the blanket and throws her arms around my neck, pressing herself against my chest.
The impact knocks the breath out of me, and the flowers tumble to the floor.
Her lips find mine in a sweet, tentative, gentle press that asks permission. I grant it instantly, my massive arms closing around her, crushing her against me where she belongs. The kiss deepens, losing its sweetness and turning hungry, desperate.
She fits. Perfectly. Every curve of her body molds against the hard angles of mine. Her taste is intoxicating; sunshine and something infinitely sweet. I can't think, I can only feel the need, the raw, undeniable realization that this woman, this moment, is right. The doubts I’ve been wrestling with all morning scatter to the corners of my mind, making way for something more, somethingreal.
I pull her tighter, devouring her mouth, knowing with a terrifying certainty that I will never get enough. “Need to taste you,” I grunt as I lift her soft, curvy body into my arms, cursing to myself that we don’t have a more comfortable place to explore our desires.
“Where are we going?” Annika asks breathlessly. She nuzzles into the side of my neck, placing teasing kisses on my heated flesh.
I spin around, looking for anywhere acceptable to strip her down and lick every inch of her body. Not the military cot. Not the kitchen floor. Not the bathroom.
I growl in frustration, which makes Annika laugh. She points to a rug in front of the electric fireplace, and I lumber toward the spot, eager to dive into everything she has to offer.
Setting my precious cargo down, I quickly spread out a couple of blankets in a basket near the fireplace. She deserves so much better. I vow to make it up to her as soon as the threat is over and I move her into my house for good.
Annika looks at me with wide, lustful eyes, nibbling her bottom lip and twisting her hands in front of her with anticipation. Fuck if that doesn’t make my mouth water and my cock roar to life for the first time in… shit, I can’t even remember. Work used to be my whole life, but now…
My precious, sexy-as-hell woman grips the hem of her shirt, clearly excited for what’s to come. I don’t know if she’s had much experience, but that doesn’t matter. In fact, as fucked up as it is, I love the idea of being her first, teaching her how much her gorgeous body can handle before she’s thrown off the cliff into pure ecstasy.
I help her with her shirt, my hands immediately stroking the smooth skin of her torso until I reach her breasts, still covered in a lace bra. I rub my thumbs over her already hard nipples, making her moan and arch her back. I deftly unhook her bra and slide it down her arms before bending down and sucking one perky tit into my mouth.
"Oh fuck," she whispers almost in surprise like she didn't think it would feel this good.
I smile with a mouthful of her breast and bite down gently on her nipple. Annika’s whole body jerks, making me completely ravenous for her.
“Love how responsive you are, little flower,” I mumble into her chest before licking and sucking her other breast.
Back and forth I suck, lick, nibble, and knead her tender flesh, and she loves every second. I think I could make her come just like this, but I have other plans for her. I pop off her tit, making her whimper and pout. Grinning, I drop to my knees in front of her and hook my thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants.
“This okay, Annika?”
“Please…” she breathes out.
“Please, what?” I ask, already peppering kisses down her stomach.
“Please, um… lick me?”
I grunt in approval and start tugging her pants and panties down, slowly revealing the curve of her hips. My eyes are pinned to what is going to be revealed next.
She takes a breath like she’s going to say something sassy in response, but then I pull her pants all the way down, baring her ripe, juicy cunt to me for the first time. I help her step out of her clothes and then take my time looking her up and down from my position on my knees in front of her.
My little flower is fucking gorgeous. Too beautiful for words. Too damn beautiful for me, that’s for sure. But she’s mine anyway and I’m not giving her back. Annika chews on her lip nervously and I realize I’ve just been drooling over her flawless skin and succulent curves.
“Annika…” I whisper in awe. “You’re…fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”
Her brow furrows and she opens her mouth to voice her disagreement, no doubt. She must see something in my eyes thatstop those words from coming out of her mouth. Instead, she spears her fingers in my hair and digs her nails into my scalp.
“I want to see you, too,” she purrs.
“Jesus, I’m trying to be good,” I growl.
