“I don’t know.” Erik looked anywhere but at her. “With your mental state…I just don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? With everything that has happened? It might be wrong of me to make love to you.” Erik brought one hand up and stroked her cheek.
“That’s for me to decide. I am a grown woman.” Jalisa took his hand off of her cheek and pulled him toward the bed.”
It was different than it usually was. There was no tearing at fabrics and questions about birth control. It was slow and sensual. His fingers left trails of goosebumps as he removed each garment from her body. He laid her down on the bed and coaxed gentle sighs from her flesh.
“My love,” he whispered, shedding himself of his own clothing.
“My love,” she returned the phrase.
Their lips met in a whisper. Soft kissing sounds filled the space. His weight settled on top of her, pushing her into the bed. A thrill ran down her spine. His kisses grew more passionate and urgent. His flesh began to harden against Jalisa’s taut stomach. His tongue slipped into her mouth and played with hers. His lips pulled tight. Her eyes fluttered open - she hadn’t even been aware that she had closed them. He was smiling during the kiss. The two gazed at each other so longingly any outsider would be able to tell they were in love.
His strong, callused hands ran the length of her hips and outer thigh. She parted her legs wider, giving him access to her most intimate parts. Erik didn’t immediately part her folds and begin preparing her for penetration like he usually would if they were fooling around in the back. He stroked up her inner thighs, finger edging closer and closer to her most sensitive part with every kiss.
Her smooth folds were already damp by the time he parted them. Jalisa’s clit throbbed for attention. He ran up and down the length of her sex, taking time to gather some of her natural lubrication on his finger, before circling her clit. The little bundle of nerves was highly sensitive, and just circling around it caused Jalisa to gasp out of the kiss. Her head spun. There was no way she could focus enough to continue kissing if he kept this up.
He circled his finger around her entrance, teasing her until her hips bucked up of their own accord. His thick finger dipped inside of her for a moment before retreating. He repeated the process several times while his mouth traveled down her jawline and to her neck. He latched onto her flesh, sucking hard for several seconds until a rose blossomed under her jewel skin.
“Oh, my God,” Jalisa moaned. The sensations were swirling up and down her body, focusing deep inside her core. She craved him deep inside.
“Come here, come here, come here,” he rasped. “I want to claim every inch of you.”
He got off of the bed and kneeled down in front of her. Knowing exactly what he wanted, Jalisa settled her legs on his shoulders. He kissed her soft thighs, smelling the sweet soap on her freshly washed skin. Pushing forward, he buried his head in between her thighs, tongue reaching out and lapping at her most sensitive area.
Erik lapped happily at her flesh while his hands were free to roam. He reached up and pawed at her supple breasts. With him stimulating all of her most sensitive parts, Jalisa could not contain the noises that came out of her mouth. Her body melted into the bed, becoming one vibrating mass. Her instincts told her to be submissive, and she unconsciously spread her legs wider. Her stomach muscles contracted and her hips rolled as he sucked her hard clit into his mouth and pressed on it with his lips. Her nipples were pulled and pinched and rolled. It was overwhelming.
“Oh… fuck…Erik,” she moaned over and over. Her body was a puppet and he was pulling all her most pleasurable strings.
It wasn’t enough. She craved to know that she was his without a doubt. She craved his dominance and possession. She wanted him on top, thrusting into her with wild abandon. This sweetness was nice, but right now she needed to know that she was his.
“Harder!” she cried. He pressed his tongue more firmly against her. “Harder! Bite me!”
Erik hesitated but did as she asked. First, it was a little nibble on one labia and then the other. She groaned as the sensation hit her, but it wasn’t what she wanted. Jalisa bucked her hips up to his face and he finally bit her clit. The pleasure and the pain combined in one lightning bolt of extreme sensation. She was screaming for him to do it again before the sensation from the last bite had fully went away. Erik ate her out roughly, mixing in bites here and there, until she reached her first orgasm of the night.
“Take me, take me, take me, take me,” Jalisa called to him. “Take me right fucking now!”
That was all the encouragement that he needed. Keeping her legs held to his shoulders, he stood up and leaned over her. It took some adjustments, but he finally entered her. Her pussy stretched around him, taking every delicious inch. He leaned over her body, kissing her, and smearing her own wetness on her lips. He moved his hips.
“Fuck!” She couldn’t help it. His powerful hips worked her body hard, thrusting until she was a mess. She scratched at his back, her sharp nails leaving tracks in his flesh.
“Oh, fuck. I love you.” He bent over her, pressing their sweaty skin together and sealed his declaration of love with a kiss. Hic hard cock reached deep inside of her body, massaging the entire length of her hot pussy. Every time he hit the top of her pussy, another little piece of her fell apart. It wasn’t long before even this was not enough for her.
“Bend me over, please!” Jalisa begged. He grunted and manhandled her over in such a way that sure to leave bruises on her hips. Bent over and ready to take him, Jalisa growled at his slowness. He rubbed the tip of his hard cock over her fold several times, teasing her.
“Will you please stop that and fuck me?”
“Is this what you want?” He pressed the tip against her entrance.
“You know it is! Please, Erik, please! Stop teasing me and make me cum.” She rocked her hips back and took his cock for her own. He was so much bigger this way, stretching her out until her eyes rolled back in her head.
He stopped moving, and Jalisa groaned in disappointment. The large man grabbed her body roughly and pulled her hips up. She figured out what he was doing and spread her legs wider and arched her back for him. He grabbed her hips and pushed inside Jalisa once. She responded to him, thrusting back as well. It was a lot easier for her to fuck him back now. He groaned and she shivered at the sound. He wasn’t very vocal, so when he did make noise, she savored every second of it.
He dug his hands into her hips, dull nails leaving crescent shapes on the already bruised skin, and started pulling her onto him while thrusting. He fucked her faster and faster until the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room loudly. Jalisa twisted her hands into the covers on the bed and screamed. He brought one of his hands back and smacked her outer thigh hard. Her pussy clenched around him when he did that. He smacked a few more times, and she felt excitement pulse through me. This was the roughness she craved.
Erik grabbed at her natural curls before pulling her head back. She cried out in pleasure and pain. He moved his hand to her shoulder and pulled. Jalisa lifted her upper body up more and when she was at the angle he wanted, he moved his hand back to pulling her hair.
“Jalisa.” His voice was low and full of lust, “Rub your clit for me.”
Her brain was foggy and she had trouble process what he was saying. His other hand came off her hip to smack her thigh a couple times.
“Now,” he growled, thrusting sharply into her. She reached a shaking hand between her legs, and after some fumbling, she rubbed my clit for him. Her moans got louder as she stimulated herself. She could hear the sloppy, wet noises she was making and she knew she must be getting close.
“Jalisa!” he cried out, and she could tell from his voice that he was getting close, too.
“Smack me!” she begged him. She rubbed her clit harder, wanting to orgasm with him inside her. He smacked her hard over and over, and Jalisa whined.
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p; “Erik! I-I’m gonna-” she gasped out.
“You fucking better,” he said, smacking her.
He slid his arm from her thigh to around her stomach. He pulled roughly, pushing her body against him. He slid in deeper at this angle, and she moaned for him. Jalisa could feel the sweat from the front of his body mix with the sweat from the back of her body. He stayed still inside her while he replaced her hand with his own. His other hand moved up and played with her chest in just the way he knew she loved.
“Orgasm, now, Jalisa. Right fucking now.” He rubbed hard and she squeezed him even harder, fluttering around him. She tried to move away, the sensation becoming too much, but he held her steady. It didn’t take long before she was right on edge. He pulled her nipple aggressively and she screamed. She squirmed all around on his dick, shaking in bliss. She orgasmed hard, held in his arms.
He let her go, and she fell back onto the bed. She didn’t hold herself up on all fours but kept her chest pressed flat against the bed. She panted into the sweaty pillow. He slid his hands back onto her hips, reminding her that he had yet to cum inside her. He started moving again and she groaned. It was pleasurable, but not nearly as pleasurable as it was pre-orgasm. She still liked it and encouraged him with some moans. He leaned over her and fucked hard for a couple minutes. His sweat fell onto her and she got a strange sense of satisfaction because of it.
He made the sexiest noise when he came. It was a low scream mixed with a groan and it fit the feeling of his hot cum filling her up nicely. He pulled out after he was done, and collapsed next to her on his side. She held her hips in the position and felt the cum slide down deeper, thanking God for birth control.
He reached over and laid a heavy hand on her back. She took the hint and rolled over. He looked her up and down.
“You okay?” he said in between pants. He reached down and rubbed the red spot on her thigh where he had smacked.
“Yeah. You okay?” Jalisa asked him.
“Yeah.” He slid forward just a little and rested his head on her chest while he tried to calm down. “Run away with me.”
“What are you on about?” Jalisa rolled over to look at him, ignoring how the action caused his cum to leak out of her and slop onto the bed. It was a loss that she felt dearly; she absolutely loved to have the evidence of his pleasure inside of her.
“We should run away together.” Erik pressed his lips into a thin line as she laughed at the idea. “I mean it. You and me.”
“Nikita?”
“She can come, too.” Erik pushed himself closer to her. “Don’t you want to get the hell out of here?”
“Where would we go? What would we do?” Jalisa was already shaking her head.
“I’ve been trying to get out of the mafia business for a while. When I told you my money was tied up in business stuff, I wasn’t just making excuses. I’ve been starting legitimate online companies. It’s been hard to turn a profit since it’s so new, but we’re breaking even. Only a little longer and we’ll be good. I have enough money put back to support a move to England. It’s where I was planning to go before I met you,” Erik said.
“England?” Jalisa exclaimed. “My goodness, that’s so far away. Almost too far away.”
“England.” Erik nodded. “As for what we’ll do there, I’ll do business. Nikita will go to school and you can, too. If that’s not what you want, you can pursue any career you could possibly think of. If you don’t want that, I am fine with you being a housewife.”
“Housewife?” Jalisa hung on the ‘wife’ part. Visions of her and Erik’s kids danced in her mind.
“If that’s what you want,” Erik repeated. “England will be a world of possibilities for us.”
“I tell you what.” Jalisa snuggled against him. “I’ll think about it.”
Chapter 12
“This one?” Erik pointed to the computer screen. Jalisa shook her head and passed him a pork egg roll dipped in duck sauce. Erik clicked the next arrow and bit into the egg roll. The sweet sauce dripped down his chin.
“I kind of like that one.” Jalisa pointed one chipped nail to the screen. With her hair no longer in twists, she started to chew on her nails to protect her natural curls.
“Isn’t it a little small, though?” Erik licked his fingers and scrolled down to read the specifications.
The two were gathered around a desktop monitor at a hotel next to the airport they would depart from tomorrow. Chinese and pizza were the only thing that delivered there, and they had had pizza for lunch. Nikita lounged on the bed with the portable gaming system that Erik had picked up for her so she would have something to do during the flights.
On the screen, real estate in England flashed by. Right now they were searching in London, so most of what showed up were flats or apartments. Jalisa was okay with almost anything, so long as the area it was in had a reasonable crime rate. Erik was much pickier, searching for the perfect house. Prices scrolled by at the top, reaching mind-boggling high amounts for anything with land.
Right now they were looking at a modest two story with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a garage. It didn’t have much in the way of backyards, and it was attached to a line of homes that looked just like it, which Jalisa didn’t like, but it was nice. Erik clicked on the next.
An apartment on the top floor of a building. Two beds and one bath. An open floor plan and a big kitchen. It wasn’t an ideal home for the three children Jalisa wanted to raise, but it would work for a while.
The next, a grand mansion with five spacious rooms, three and half baths, and hardwood floors. It was nestled in the heart of London and was outrageously expensive. Erik looked at that one a long time before deciding it would be noisy.
“I’m seeing a lot of old homes…” Erik mumbled.
“I don’t care what kind of home it is so long as it had enough space for all of us.” Jalisa didn’t have anything against old homes.
“Old homes are more likely to need frequent repairs.” Erik shook his head. “I’d rather invest in something that will stand up for a while.”
“Why?” Jalisa asked. “It’s not like this is permanent. Right?”
“I’d like it to be.” Erik turned to her, wiping off the bit of duck sauce on the corner of her lips with his thumb.
“How about let’s just take it slow?” Jalisa was not about to commit to anything permanent without a ring on her finger. She didn’t doubt that he intended to be with her for the long run, but intentions and doing something were two very different things.
“Slow?” Erik’s eyebrows went up. He turned to her, stopping only to admire the way her jeweled skin glowed in the blue light of the monitor for a moment before getting serious. “I didn’t think we were taking it ‘slow.’”
“I don’t know exactly what that means.” Jalisa pressed her lips together. “Can we just speak plainly?”
“Sure.” Erik sighed. “I just thought…that we were more than boyfriend and girlfriend. I know we aren’t married, but we are in a committed long-term relationship. We’re not just high school kids visiting each other’s lockers and making out in cars until someone catches us. I feel like we have a real, adult, committed relationship. Isn’t that what you want?”
“It is what I want, but I can’t ever marry someone who can’t or won’t go to church with me. Religion is very important to me; it runs deeper than blood. It is a very integral part of me. If you don’t love God, then you don’t love all of me.
“I dream of taking our children to church. Us all sitting on a pew like ducklings in a row. Me, You, Nikita, our eldest daughter, our middle son, and our youngest daughter. Taking them to choir. Dressing up for Easter and Christmas. Praying before meals.
“I understand that you and Christ have a rocky past, but…and I don’t mean to sound insensitive, but you need to not let your brother’s death hold you back so much. I understand that his passing was brutal and violent and occurred right in front of you. God can help repair your heart, but you shut
him out.” Jalisa stopped as she noticed Erik shaking his head.
“It’s not just that, Jalisa. I have been in therapy for my brother’s death. I’ve moved on from that. He is not the one holding me back, I am. The things that I have done when I’ve worked in the mafia. It wasn’t all drugs and illegal alcohol. It was murders. Organ harvesting. Protection racketeering. I hurt people for power and money. I don’t think that God can ever forgive me for that. If I wasn’t so scared of losing everything in this world - including you - I would just end my life and send myself to hell early.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Jalisa pinched the bridge of her nose. “I can’t be with someone who thinks he’s going to hell, and - even worse - accepts it.”
“God will not forgive me-” Erik began.
“God is merciful and will forgive those who truly repent,” Jalisa insisted.
“Can we continue looking at houses? I promise I will think about all you’ve said.” Erik clicked to the next one. “This one is cute, but it still has no land. Let’s look outside of London. After all, England does not have to automatically equal London.”
The two flipped through houses, pointing out ones that looked nice or were near exciting city centers. Jalisa made a list of restaurants she wanted to eat at and sights she wanted to see. She had never left the United States, so this was a real treat for her.
The two saved a bunch of houses to a joint account before preparing for the rest of the trip. Erik had used his connections to get them all new papers much much quicker than Marie’s connection did. Jalisa didn’t even mind losing the thousand dollars. She was just happy to now be Trinity Tallace, a woman who had zero business with the Department of Child Services and had no reason to be nervous when presenting her passport.
“Nikita,” Jalisa called. “What’s your name?”
“Nikita if you’re asking; Alice Tallace if anyone else is asking.” Nikita’s eyes didn’t even leave the screen of her portable gaming console.
“Good, just making sure.” Jalisa nodded. She turned to Erik. “And you are Samwell Smith.”
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