Page 10 of Burn for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 2)
Chapter Eight
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Mark
She looks at me for answers. I have them but I'm not sure if she's going to like what I have to tell her.
"Where are my clothes, Mark?"
"In the dresser."
"Not those clothes, Mark. Where are all my big shirts? The ones I sleep in?"
"You wear my shirts now." She stands looking at me for a long time before giving me a pointed look with that stubborn chin of hers and narrows her eyes and mouth at me. "Or nothing at all."
She finally turns and stomps off to the bathroom. I sit on the bed for a moment and think back to this afternoon when I first took her. I held her while she slept after I exhausted her with all the orgasms. My mind was spinning with a thought, a kernel of an idea that wouldn't let go.
Rumer’s young. She doesn't understand what happened this afternoon or that this thing between us is forever. It's never going to go away or dim. She's barely more than a baby, just stepping out into a world that can be mean and cruel. As a cop, I am well aware of just how cruel. Thinking about how young and innocent my little rabbit is got me thinking of a way to make her stay with me. The idea, the one that nags at me, came to me while I held her in my arms.
My hands were going all over her, taking in every soft curve and dip, trying to burn them into my memory. Then I placed my hand over her stomach and the thought hit me so hard I felt my nuts draw up ready to explode. She would stay with me if she were knocked up!
While she slept, I researched all I could about conception and getting my lady full of my child. One of the articles said a good way to make sure the batter gets to the oven quicker is if I tip her hips up and keep them like that for a little while afterward. I wish I knew when her last period was or if she's close to ovulation. Pretty sure asking those questions is going to give me away though.
I don't know how Rumer feels about babies, but something tells me now isn’t the best time to bring up that topic. Rumer's a runner. She'll freak out on me, and it will take me twice as long to bring her home and ease her into this relationship. Maybe it's wrong for me to do this without letting her know. Maybe it's that gray part of me that I didn't realize existed until Rumer, the darker part of me that tells me she is mine completely.
Even if it is that part of me it isn't going to stop me from the course I've set me and Rumer on. She might already be pregnant. That first time we didn't use any protection or any of the other times after. I groan and cup my balls thinking about my little rabbit full of our child. Her sweet curves growing and her breasts getting bigger and full of milk. God damn, I have to stop or I'm going to bust in the bathroom and take her against the shower door.
I start to pile pillows on the bed, so I'll be ready when she comes out, but the thought of her in that shower just keeps playing over and over in my head. I find myself being drawn to the door to the inevitable fact that we are going to be together. It would be better to take her on the bed but that doesn't mean I have to only take her there. My hand falls to the doorknob and turns it. Everything is like it's going in slow motion until I see her standing in the big glass shower surrounded by water and steam. Then my world goes right and becomes so bright it might as well be in technicolor.
The sight of Rumer in that shower is more erotic than anything I have ever seen before. Women could be begging me to fuck them and all I would see in my head is this image. The unguarded beauty of her when she doesn't realize someone is watching her is the most tantalizing thing to a man like me. Her soft breasts sway as she works the shampoo in her hair, made darker by the water but I can still tell it's red even wet. Water drips from the tips of her nipples and runs down the curve of her breast making my mouth water. I would literally drink Rumer's bathwater.
She leans her head back under the spray and I might as well be watching a fucking porn because my dick is seconds away from popping and ruining the tile in here. She arches her back thrusting her breasts out like she's begging me to take her. My feet move without me even being aware of them doing it. My whole body has a mind of its own and it is telling me to go and take what is mine.
She finally notices me standing right against the glass pane of the shower like some kind of perv. I can't help it. I could watch this all day long. Her gasp is loud enough to echo through the room. Her hands move to cover her breasts and pussy even though the one trying to hide those gorgeous orbs isn't doing a very good job of it.
I'm in the shower with her fully clothed. I don't give a shit if everything I own gets wet, I need this woman. She backs up once I come in and shut the door behind me. I walk her back to a corner and fall to my knees in front of her. She doesn't realize it yet, but I would do anything she asked of me - anything. I have never been like this with anyone. I used to think men who were like this were sick or fucked up somehow. Now I know. Those poor fuckers were just in love. Just like I am with Rumer.
I would go on a fucking massacre for this one tiny woman. Going against everything I ever stood for. And yet, a part of me knows she would never ask me to. Some part of me, the same part that recognizes Rumer as belonging to me, realizes that this woman isn't like that. She's good and pure and the perfect foil for the dark in me. That still doesn't mean I wouldn't turn the world into a blood mess if something ever happened to this woman.
The mere thought of someone trying to hurt her makes me want to shoot. I would not just kill someone; I would go through them. I hold her hips in my hands and stare into her bright eyes. God, I love the fact she has these amazing curves. I finally lower my eyes to where my hands are bracketing her.
"Let me." I'm not sure if it's a request or a fucking plea for her to please get my taste of her. It's been way too long since I've had her on my tongue. I look back up at her and for a long moment, we just stare at one another. I don't know if she's going to allow me my taste and if she asks me to leave...well, I will probably try to convince her to let me stay if I'm just being honest with myself. She slowly moves her hand out of the way, surprising me and making me fight to hide the smile that blooms across my face.
I don't just dive right in. This is a gift she's given me, and I must cherish it. I lean forward and drop a kiss on her belly right under her navel - right where our child could be growing inside of her. I hold her eyes as I kiss further and further down until I am at the cleft of her lips.
"So soft." My breath fans across her flesh making her gasp again. This time when I lean forward, I use my tongue to lick up the water that is slushing down her body and collecting at the juncture between her legs. I lick first one lip and then the other before going up the center. Rumer's breathing changes as I try to stick my tongue as far inside her as I can with her in this position. It's not nearly far enough.
I push my shoulders in between her slippery thighs so she is forced to spread her feet wider. Her hands come down to my shoulders to steady herself as I lick and kiss the outside of her pussy. The little nub of nerves is begging for my attention, peeking out from her puffy lips that are naturally spread apart for me. I wait, making sure everything on the outside has gotten all the attention needed, before going to administer to her clit. I'm almost under her now with her above me riding my face.
Her hands flutter around like they don't know where to go or what to do. Sometimes they're in my hair with her nails sinking into my scalp, sometimes they reach out for the cool glass of the shower like she's trying to find something to keep her anchored while I send her over the edge, and sometimes they go to her breasts. Those are the times my dick weeps harder. I make a point to take her hands in both of mine and guide them up to her breasts. I cover them with my own teaching her how to play with them and turn me on even fucking harder. Eventually, I take my own hands away and leave hers to build her own excitement higher.
I watch as she massages the globes in her hands and plays with the nipples the way I taught her as I eat her pussy like it's my last meal and I'm on death row. In short order, she is filling my mouth full of her cream and moaning out her release. I love how vocal she is with her pleasure.
I keep eating until she gives me another before I stand and rip my soaked shirt over my head. I kiss her like we haven't seen each other in years and I'm finally returned home, and work my fucking pants and boxers down. It’s not easy since my dick is pressing into the zipper so hard. It might have a permanent imprint on the underside of it now and I don't give a fuck. I just need out of these fucking jeans so I can fuck my lady bare. I eventually work them off and spin her so that she is facing the cool glass. Her breasts pressed to the chilly surface have her crying out and wiggling under me.
I pin her to the glass and use my own feet to kick hers further apart. I guide my dick into her waiting entrance and slide inside. It's still a fight to work myself inside her narrow passage but given how wet she is and how worked up we both are I make it in. She leans her head against the glass and gasps out the entire time I push my way in.
"Holy fuck! You are so fucking tight, little rabbit." She only moans as a reply to my statement. I shuttle my cock in and out of her, never really leaving the tightness of her body before rushing back in. I'm fucking into her so hard she's coming up off her toes every time I thrust up. I wrap my arm around her waist so I can be sure she doesn't fall or slip on the wet tiles. My other hand drops to her clit and starts working that little area until I feel her body start to tense up around me. Her fingers curl up on the glass as she desperately tries to grasp something, and her mouth is open in a constant moan as she finally breaks and convulses around my dick. Her tight little cunt squeezes every drop of cum I have to give her as I flood her body and run down her thighs.
Both of us make it out of the shower somehow and back to the bed. I dry us off and put my little rabbit in bed before I turn back to the bathroom. My clothes are still lying in the shower and on the glass are the faint image of hands, smudges of where my girl was, images of what occurred there. The thought of that being in my shower at home for the rest of our lives makes my dick hard again. Soon. Soon.
