Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I could feel how ready her body was becoming, the trembling in her thighs, the quality of her moans changing…
It was like she was telling me she was going to take my cock, every single inch.
I know this isn’t ideal.
I look down at her, smirking softly.
She stares up at me with a shaky smile on her lips.
From the other room, the sounds of a romantic comedy movie play, the dialogue clear through the walls, one of the reasons it’s far less risky if we text. They’d be able to hear us if we spoke.
I’m a patient man, I reply. I’ve been waiting for you all my life, after all.
We’re so close to sharing the full magnitude of our need, the undeniable nature of it.
She texts quickly. Did you mean all that stuff? About me being only yours? Or was it just dirty talk?
When she looks at me again, her eyes are shimmering in that familiar way. I can recognize it as her emotions surging through her, taking hold.
It took a lot for her to ask me that.
I swallow, knowing I can’t back down. Knowing this is the time.
She’s right. It’s not ideal.
But there’s never going to be a perfect occasion.
Yes, I text. I meant every single word. And not just the physical stuff. The truth is, Della, you belong to me. I want to be with you.
I hold off on the part I almost add…
Forever.
I somehow stop myself from mentioning I want to have children with her, that her womb belongs to me and me alone.
I belong with you? she texts, her body shifting against me as she texts. In what way?
I lean down, kissing her tenderly on the top of the head. She hugs close to me.
From the next room, Hudson and Tina laugh. I wonder what it would be like if Della and I were out there with them on a double date, something I’ve never done but would like to try.
There are lots of things I’d like to try now that I’ve met the one.
Taking a deep breath, I look down at my phone, wondering if this is the best way to do it. I should wait, and tell her when I can use my voice, but we’ve gone too far now.
Plus, the desire is bursting out of me.
I type quickly, noticing that Della purposefully doesn’t look at my phone. It’s as though she doesn’t want to read the message until the time is right.
Deep inside, I feel a little boy yelling at me. It’s the kid I was when locked in my bedroom, rock music blasting in my ears, my body sore from pushups, and my mind just as sore from all the math.
The kid’s telling me not to ruin this, my first chance at real happiness, telling me to take my time, so I don’t explode it all.
But my thumb moves rapidly, dragging the need from deep within.
You belong to me in every way a man can belong to a woman, Della. I’ve been trying to stop pushing too hard. But I can’t hold this back. I’ve already hinted at so much, and I don’t think it would be fair not to tell you it all…
Everything you are, everything you’re going to be, it’s mine. Your perfect curvy body, your bright, curious mind, your emotions, your heart… I want everything with you. I want a family. I want kids.
That wasn’t just talk before. I want a house and a marriage, and a life together.
The first time I saw you, you were on a bus driving past me. I knew right then. There was no doubt. It was instant.
I saw you, and I said to myself, I need her. I need to have a family with her. She’s mine…forever.
I knew it without even having to think about it.
I knew you were mine. I’ll never stop knowing it.
I click send, then watch her as she reads it. Her body tightens beside me, her hand moving across my belly. Her fingernails, digging through my shirt and against my abs.
It’s like she wants to hold me there…
As if I’d ever leave her.
When she finishes the message, she looks up, tears sliding down her cheeks.
She leans forward, her lips pursed, and I know what she wants.
Does this mean she feels the same?
Whatever the case, it’s not like I’d turn down a kiss from my woman.
Our lips meet with what feels like fresh heat infusing them. I can feel her tears as our passion gives us the sensation of melting into each other.
My hands don’t go to her legs, to her breasts.
It’s just the kiss, the affection imbuing every moment of it.
“Does this mean you feel the same?” I whisper once it breaks off naturally.
She glances at the door, then back to me, biting down.
When she picks up her phone, I sit back, watching her as she texts. Her eyes shine with fresh tears, a blush moving up her neck and over her cheeks.