Page 100 of The Protection Agreement

“Relief,” she says as I smile, removing my pants and shirt before getting into bed with her and pulling her into my arms. We both fall asleep.

When I wake, Jola is still asleep. This I like better, when she is asleep and not knocked out by a pill. My hands roam her ass. This ass is fucking mine. I chuckle inward at the thought of any man trying to take her from me. She stirs and turns to me, smiling.

“Hi,” she mumbles.

I lean in and kiss her lips.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” she says as she slowly sits up, pulling the sheet close to cover her breast. “I am sure I look a mess. I need to shower.”

“You look beautiful, with smudged makeup and all, but beautiful. Always to me.” She smiles, getting out of bed.

“Are we alone in the unit?” She asks

“Yes,” I answer, wondering why she is asking.

“My clothes are on the floor in the living room, and I need to shower in my bathroom with all my stuff.”

“Go and look in this bathroom first?” I smile.

I had reordered all her toiletries from the Amazon list and placed them in this bathroom. I want her to move into this room, but peeling layers of Jola is a meticulous process.

Last night she said, “I know,” when I told her I am in love with her. I wanted her to say it back, but I also know it will take time before she says those words to me when she is fully conscious. When she is under the influence of the pill, she has said it at least twice. Patience is the word around her. Just like her, I know she is in love with me. She is fighting it like I was.

With time, she will conclude that we are inevitable.

She gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom. I wait, and a few minutes later she comes out.

“Do you mind picking out clothes from my room? Also please pick up my ripped panties. I do not need Ice seeing that.”

I nod. I do not want Ice seeing that either. She goes back into the bathroom. I pull my sleeping pants on and head to the living room to pick up her torn panties, dress, shoes, my tie, jacket, and my shoes. I drop all of them in my room.

I text Ice: I will call you when ready.

I head to her closet to pick up her leggings and in my closet I grab one of my T-shirts for her.

She comes out a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel, smelling floral and fucking mine. I inhale her scent and my cock twitches. She moves to pick up the items I placed on the bed. She holds the leggings and my T-shirt up.

“Did you forget I need a bra and panties?” Her brow creases with a knowing snicker.

I move closer to her.

“No, I figured you would not need it. Besides, they will be in the way.” I smirk and loosen the towel, and it drops to the floor. I take a moment to take her in, then a gentle push has her on the bed. She looks unsure of what I plan to do but does not stop me. I use my knees to spread her legs. Without taking my eyes off her, I slowly get on my knees and start kissing her upper thigh. Her fresh and floral scent engulfs me. I trail kisses down her inner thigh until my lips reach her molten need, my tongue licking the drizzle of her sweetness. A moan escapes her as she wiggles. I hold her in place as I feast on her, sucking, swirling, and licking. She moans louder, arching her back and falling back. I place one leg on my shoulder and dip my tongue deeper inside her as I squeeze her breasts.

“Fuck, Bruce. I am coming,” she screams, fisting the sheet hard as she writhes.

“Come for me, Jola, or I will stop,” I say.

“Don’t stop, please,” she begs.

I add a finger and continue to suck and swirl my tongue on her. She comes hard, her body shuddering as she cries out. I lick every drop of her release. I get up to see her body pulsating, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

“I am not done with you yet,” I say as I turn her onto her stomach, pulling her ass to the edge. “Ready?” I ask.

I pull my pants off in a swift motion. My bulge springs free.

“Yes,” she says, breathless.