Page 135 of Security and Submission
“I don’t think you have to worry about that. I’ve already decided that if we break up, I’ll get back together with Noelle, just for a little bit, to ensure I don’t marry the next girl I date, and I’ll break your curse.”
The horrified expression on her face was almost comical. “Oh my God, don’t you dare do that to yourself!”
“I guess the only solution to both our problems is to not break up.” He leaned his forehead against hers, and she slid her hands to the front of his body and up his chest to his shoulders.
“That works for me.” Yas tilted her head back, obviously waiting for another kiss, but Zeus had something he needed to say first. And suddenly, the words weren’t so hard to get out.
“I love you, Yasmine.”
“I… what?” Her voice went a little shrill on the second word.
Zeus took a deep breath. Thankfully, repeating the words was a little easier than getting them out the first time.
“I’ve fallen in love with you. I’m not asking you to move in here just because I like having you here for right now. I’m hoping that you’ll never move out. I know we’ll need to talk about marriage and kids and?—”
He was cut off as Yas launched herself at him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips as she stood. Laughing, he moved his arms to hold her in place against him, his cock twitching with interest in hopes that things were moving along now.
When she pulled away, her eyes glowed.
“I love you, too,” she said breathlessly. “I thought it was too soon, but…”
“We’re on our own timetable. Not your parents. Not society’s. Ours. I love you.”
“I love you.”
Their lips met again, tongues dancing.
Zeus barely remembered to turn off the oven before they made their way back to the bedroom, and the only reason he did was that he didn’t want to be interrupted by the fire alarm. He firmly shut the door in front of Tiger’s nose, ignoring the dog’s indignant huff at being left outside.
He didn’t want any interruptions.
Chapter 47
Zeus
Maneuvering to the bed, Zeus slowly—carefully—stripped Yas out of the sleeveless blouse. Thankfully, she’d chosen one with buttons up the front, so she didn’t have to lift her arms. Kissing his way down her neck, he moved her to sit on the bed, kneeling between the light grey capri slacks she was wearing, so he could reach her breasts and nipples with his mouth.
Moaning, Yas arched, running her hands over his head, the back of his neck, and his shoulders as he left a trail of kisses over her breasts, first along the edge of her bra, then where the bra had covered as he slid it free from her body. Sucking on one hard bud, he felt his cock jerk against his jeans in response to her moan of pleasure.
Her hands moved over his shoulders and started tugging at the shoulders of his shirt, trying to pull it up. Letting her nipple go with a tiny popping sound as the suction from his mouth was broken, Zeus let her pull his shirt free from his body before turning to her other nipple. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her flush against him, her thighs and groin against his chest, giving him complete access to her breasts.
“Fuck… Zeus…” Yas shuddered as he sucked and nipped, taking his sweet time.
Pleasuring her.
Worshiping her.
Loving her.
With his hands, with his mouth, with his body.
Yas whimpered as he slowly pressed her back, moving his hands up her back to help cradle her into position. Making sure she didn’t jostle her upper body or her shoulder, while still letting him get her right where he wanted her—on her back, on the bed, with her bottom right at the edge.
Undoing the front of her slacks, he helped lift her to slide them off her legs, arranging her legs to drape over his shoulders. The sweet scent of her pussy filled his nose as he leaned in and swiped his tongue up her center, making her moan again as her hips lifted in response.
She tasted better than anything he could have possibly cooked for dinner.
Yasmine
