by Jenika Snow
I moved my mouth to her clit, started to suck that bud with vigor, and hummed low. “Come for me, baby.”
And as if my command was her undoing, she came. I didn’t stop my ministrations until she was almost sagging against me. I rose up to suck on her breasts, licking and nipping at her nipples. I could have gone all fucking night, but I needed inside of her too badly.
I rose fully, turned her around so she was pressed up against the side of the plane interior, her upper body arched forward and her lower half popped out. I smoothed my hands over the curved, perfect mounds of her ass and exhaled roughly.
“This is going to be fast and hard.”
She looked over her shoulder at me. “Good, because I can’t handle slow right now, Hugo.”
I cursed in Russian, started undoing the button of my slacks, and then pulled my zipper down. I placed my hand on the center of her back, keeping her in place, and used my other hand to reach inside my fly and grab my cock. I stroked my dick a few times while I stared at the roundness of Sabine’s ass. Pre-cum already dripped out of the slit at the tip, a testament to how worked up I was for my woman.
I took a step closer to her, smoothed my hand on her back lower until it was on her ass cheek, and spread the flesh apart. I leaned back and looked at her pussy hole, slightly open for me.
“Fuck me, Hugo.”
I snapped my gaze to hers, my groan just about spilling from me. She couldn’t say that to me, not unless she wanted me to paint the cheeks of her ass white with my cum. I’ve always tried to be a gentleman when it came to Sabine. I’ve made love to her, got her off, and when I was too far gone, too over the edge in my lust … I’ve fucked her.
That’s what I was going to do now.
I pushed her legs apart wider, this feral sensation breaking free inside of me. This wouldn’t be slow, wouldn’t be easy, and wouldn’t be gentle.
I grabbed my cock, placed it at her entrance, and looked up at her. She had her head turned to the side. Her mouth was parted, and her eyes were closed. There was a light sheen of sweat starting to cover her spine. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length, tasting the salty sweetness and grunting in pleasure.
In one powerful thrust, I buried myself deep in her body.
We both groaned and I stilled, my dick so far inside of her our pelvises touched. Her pussy contracted along my cock, and I reached out and took hold of her hips, digging my fingertips into her flesh.
“You’re mine,” I said without thought and started moving in and out of her.
“Oh. God.” She moaned the words out. I watched as she bit her lip, pulling that pink flesh between her straight white teeth.
I wanted to do that, to bite hard enough she bled and then came on my dick.
I started really pounding inside her, any gentle side of me gone. She cried out and threw her head back, her long dark hair a wreath of pin-straight locks down her back. I smoothed my hand up her back and took hold of those strands, wrapping the locks around my fist.
“Hugo,” she cried out. I had no doubt the flight crew could hear us, but I didn’t give a fuck.
In fact, I got harder knowing they could hear me fucking my woman.
My balls drew up tight, but I didn’t want to come just yet.
You can’t hold off.
“Hugo … I’m coming,” she cried out even louder.
Hearing her say that was my undoing. I had no self-control left.
I pulled my head back enough so that I could watch myself tunneling in and out of her pussy. I saw how slick my dick was from her pussy juices, and I gnashed my teeth together in pleasure.
It was so damn hot.
When I felt her pussy contract especially hard around my cock, I couldn’t stop myself from letting go and getting off.
I buried myself all the way inside her on the third powerful thrust and leaned forward to rest my forehead on the center of her back. I filled her body with my cum, bathed her in it … marked her with it.
When I had nothing left to give her, I pulled out and looked down at her pussy. I saw my seed start to slide out of her.
She might be on the pill, but I still wanted my cum inside her. I gathered the seed slipping down her inner thigh and moved it back to her pussy, pushing my finger and the fluid back into her.
She gasped.
“Every part of you is mine, and I’ll prove how worthy I am of claiming the title until the day I die.” I pulled her skirt back over her ass, helped her stand up straight, and turned her around. Once I had her bra adjusted and her shirt buttoned up, I lifted her easily into my arms and sat back down. It felt good to just hold her, to know she was mine.
I’d have no problem doing that for the rest of my life.
Sabine
Hugo held me gently in his arms. He ran his hand over my back, kissing the top of my head. I stayed in that position for long moments.
I started to move, because I had to be heavy for him, but he just pulled me back down and held me tighter.
There was nowhere else I wanted—needed—to be.
“You’re my life,” he said softly against my hair.
I’d never tire of hearing him say these kinds of things to me. In the last year, I’d focused on my graduate studies. With Hugo having to fly to different countries for his business, we didn’t get to spend as much time together as either of us would have liked. But every single moment he wasn’t working he spent with me. He lavished me with attention, made sure to tell me every day how beautiful and special I was to him, and each day, I fell more in love with him.
“I love you,” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck, making my body as flush with his as I could.
“And I love you.”
As my body cooled, relaxation took its place. I settled into the gentle, protective embrace Hugo wrapped me in.
I’d never known what it could feel like to be touched, held, and loved by a real man … until I was with Hugo.
Epilogue
Sabine
Six years later
I sat on the hospital bed, the gown I wore too big and hanging off my shoulder. I stared down at my hand. It was swollen, my fingers looking thick and round. I couldn’t wear my wedding ring, hadn’t been able to after the fifth month of pregnancy.
“She looks like you, lyubov moya,” Hugo said as he held our daughter. “Krasavitsa.” He looked up at me, and the pure joy on his face was priceless. “She’s beautiful, Sabine.”
She was. She really was. With a head of black hair and delicate little features, she was the light of our lives, and she’d been in this world less than twenty-four hours.
Hugo rose from the chair and came over to me. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down to kiss Bella, our daughter, on the forehead, and then handed her over to me. For long seconds, he did nothing but stare at me as I held Bella.
“What?” I asked, smiling up at the man I loved … my husband.
He shook his head slowly. “Nothing, my love. I just am enamored at the sight of the woman I love holding our child.” He leaned forward, lifted my face up with a finger under my chin, and kissed me soundly. “My life,” he whispered, and that same warmth and tingling sensation I get, even all these years later, filled every part of me.
“I love you,” I whispered, and Hugo kissed me on the top of the head. There was a knock on the door, and a second later my parents were coming through. I was thankful they understood my feelings and desires for Hugo, but the truth was even if they hadn’t approved of it, I would have still been with Hugo.
I couldn’t hold back or put my life and desires on hold based on what others thought, not even my parents.
But, it didn’t matter, because they loved me and were happy that I was happy.
Hugo had waited for me to finish with my schooling for marriage and a family. He respected my decisions, supported me, and now we were ready to take the next step.
We had taken the next step.
I was his. He was mine. And together, w
e were it for each other.
I loved this man and the tiny creation we’d made, and he loved us. And in life, that was what really mattered.
The End
Experienced Holiday Bonus
Age is just a number when it comes to love
Sabine
I could have watched the man I loved and our daughter play dolls and have tea parties all day long.
Hugo sat on the ground, a small pink plastic table between him and our two-year-old. Our little girl spoke in Russian to him, her voice tiny, and her words hard to make out if you didn’t listen carefully.
I loved that Hugo was teaching her his native tongue. I wanted her to experience all that life had to offer. I wanted her to know where her roots came from and embrace them.
The little boy I carried kicked wildly, and I placed my hand on my rounded belly. At eight months pregnant I was ready to have baby Anton. Hugo came in with Bella in his arms. He wore a too-small tiara atop his head, and a tiny red lip print on his cheek thanks to Bella getting into my lipstick earlier. I couldn’t help but laugh as I took Bella from my husband and brought her over to the highchair to eat dinner.
I was about to turn and grab the plate of food I’d prepared for her, but Hugo was already on it.
“Sit, lyubov moya. I’ll feed her while you rest.”
I sat in the chair across from them and smiled as I watched Hugo lay out the cut food for Bella. She played with it for a moment before finally starting to eat.
“You’re okay?”
I looked at him when he spoke. I had my hand on my belly, and rubbed it while I smiled. “Yeah, just tired.”
“You do too much around here.”
I liked staying busy. Hugo was such a big help around the house, and he’d since cut back on his work schedule. Unless it was a family trip, he only left out of country once a year. Maybe that was still too much for some, but compared to his schedule before it was an astronomical adjustment.
“You need to let me do more around here, although you’re so stubborn.” He smiled and gave me a wink. “Bella definitely takes after you in that regard.” Just then Bella threw a cut-up piece of food at him. We both laughed.
When she was finished eating and was down for a nap, Hugo came back into the kitchen. He helped me off the chair and together we went into the sunroom. It was cold out, and the snow was starting to fall. We sat down; the room was heated so it wasn’t like an icebox.
For long moments we just sat there, Hugo having his arm around me, and nothing but the beautiful silence, and the love of my life holding me close.
As the years progressed and our lives had changed for the better, I realized a lot of things. Without love in your life you’ll always be missing something. Without that positive energy, and the feeling of being someone’s world, that puzzle piece would always be absent. At least these were the things I realized for my own life. They were things I wouldn’t change, and what I wished I’d come to understand sooner.
He was older than me.
We came from different backgrounds.
Our relationship may not have been typical or conventional.
And in the beginning outsiders looking in had seen our relationship as “wrong.”
But in the end none of that mattered. We had our daughter, a little boy on the way, and we loved each other more than anything else.
What was important was he loved me and I loved him, and our family gave their support. Everything else was just background noise that needed to be tuned out.
Hugo
Two months later
The smell of freshly baked cookies and honey ham filled the room. I stared at my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, and felt like the earth opened up and swallowed me whole.
How did I get so lucky?
This was how I felt each and every time I looked at her.
She sat with her mother and father, and Bella on the floor playing with her new Christmas toys. I looked down at my sleeping son in my arms.
He was so tiny and fragile, and a little piece of Sabine and myself.
The wonders of this world never ceased to amaze me.
Bella called out for me, the Russian I taught her making me smile. Her little toddler voice made the words sound sweet, even when she screamed out in a tantrum. Sabine answered her, the Russian my wife knew making me feel pretty fucking proud.
“Go see Daddy, honey,” Sabine said in English this time.
Bella came over, her new doll hanging from her grasp. She stared down at Anton, her little face pinched in confusion. When she lifted her hand and stroked the dark hair atop his tiny head, I smiled at her.
“You’re so sweet, lapochka.” I leaned down to kiss the crown of her head. I picked her up and set her on my lap. Bella rested against my arm, and I saw how tired she looked. I started singing her and Anton a Russian lullaby. It was one my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. I was aware of gazes on me, and lifted my head to see Sabine and her parents watching me. The smile on my wife’s face made the entire room light up.
I wanted my wife with me. I wanted her close, wanted to smell the sweet scent that always surrounded her.
I wanted the other half of my soul with me, and the little ones we’d create to stay right by me no matter what.
Sabine’s parents left twenty minutes later, and when my world sat beside me I instantly leaned over and kissed her. She took Anton from me when he started getting fussy, and I adjusted Bella in my arms. My baby girl had fallen asleep, but I wasn’t ready to put her to bed. I watched as Sabine undid her shirt to feed Anton. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in close.
There was nothing more important to me than the three people in this room. I’d make sure that there was so much love in this house we suffocated from it.
I was complete, but only because of them.
ROOMMATE (A Real Man, 5)
By Jenika Snow
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Copyright © October 2016 by Jenika Snow
First E-book Publication: October 2016
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Brendan
I’ve done pretty damn well in hiding my feelings for her over the years, but having Meghan under the same roof as me, and only feet from my bed, makes it hard to control myself.
The truth is when it comes to Meghan, I don’t want to practice self-control. I love her.
Meghan
I’ve known him nearly my whole life. He’s cocky and gets under my skin. And as much as I want to say I don’t care about him, I’d be lying.
The truth is I love him, and I don’t know if that’ll end up destroying me.
Brendan
She needed a place to stay, and now she’s got a roommate … me. But I’m about to show her that I want more than a friendly arrangement. Too much time has passed, and I’m done waiting. I’m ready to step up and be a man.
I’ve never been good at sharing, and when it comes to her, she’s mine.
Warning: You like short, hot, straight to the point stories? Do you want drama-free sexiness that leaves nothing to the imagination? Do you want a story that is pretty unbelievable, but gives you the warm fuzzies a
t the same time? Well then, leave your panties at the door because that’s what’s going down in this quickie.
1
Meghan
One year later
I stared at the one-story house that would be my home for an unknown period of time.
I dreaded this, hated having to call Brendan and ask for help. I wasn’t feeling that way because I didn’t want to live with him, but because I was ashamed of not having any control over my life. It was like the world had opened up on me and swallowed me whole. I was embarrassed I couldn’t keep myself afloat and had to ask for any kind of help.
But it’s Brendan.
I exhaled. Yes, it was Brendan, and I knew he’d never look down on me, but still, this all felt so weird.
Over the last year, after our parents divorced, Brendan and I stayed in contact. Hell, we still lived in the same city, less than an hour from each other. But time, our schedules, and life made our time hanging out less and less. I hated that. I hated that, even after all this time, I hadn’t said anything to him about how I really felt.
I looked back at my car. It was packed full with my shit. I hated it had come to this. Moving in with my mom wasn’t an option seeing as she lived across the country now and my livelihood and schooling were here. With hardly any savings, and no time to look for a new place that I could remotely afford, this was my only option.
Brendan was my only option.
Be thankful Brendan helped you. He could have said no.
Yeah, he could have, but I knew he wouldn’t.
I loved him, and although he might not feel the same way about me, might care for me as a close friend would, I’d known I could count on him.