by Anna B. Doe
Thankfully, Mom and Emily covered the awkwardness with their chatter. I still couldn’t believe how well they kicked it off. Looking at them talk this week seemed more like they knew each other for years, not days.
Our waiter comes our way and whispers something to Mom. She nods enthusiastically and claps her hands to grab everybody’s attention.
“Is everybody ready for a dessert?”
“Mom,” I groan loudly, but William stops me before I can say more.
“Elena, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
“Oh, hush, you two. This is my event, and I can organize it however I see fit.”
Just in that moment, the waiter brings a cake to our table. It’s a small cake covered in white fondant icing. Congratulations on your engagement Will & Bel is written in red letters on the top—the color we chose for our wedding—and is surrounded by small hearts and there is an engagement ring in a box.
So that’s why she wanted to take a picture of my engagement ring a few days ago! Not to show it to her friends like she claimed. Or maybe she did both.
I get on my feet and give Mom a hug. “Thank you so much, Mom. The whole evening is amazing,” I whisper in her neck. “And the cake is beautiful.”
Her hands wrap around me tightly, and I think I hear her sniffle. “You’re welcome, baby girl.”
We stand like that for a bit longer than necessary, but this is my engagement party so screw them. When I finally let go of Mom, I hug Dad too. He maybe didn’t participate in the organization of the whole thing, but I know he loves me and wishes me well.
After emotions settle down, Mom insists on taking pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. So many you’d think she’s a professional photographer. Will and me alone. Will and me with his mom, my sister, Val, and her boyfriend. Then Emily takes a picture of us with my family and then Val of the both families together. Then it’s just boys and just girls. I don’t know how many more options there were, but she got them all saved for eternity before she grabbed the waiter that brought out the cake to take one picture of all of us together.
“I’m afraid of what’ll happen once the wedding comes around,” Will whispers to me as we wait for the waiter to cut the cake.
Chuckling lightly, I lean into him so Mom doesn’t hear. Or maybe it’s because he smells delicious. Fresh, citrusy, and this special scent that is all William. If I could, I would burrow my head into the crook of his neck and never get out of it.
“Nah, she’ll be too worried that everything goes perfectly to take the pictures.”
“Let’s hope you’re right. We wouldn’t want to get stuck in our changing rooms with her and the camera. I don’t think we’d make it to the altar in a week.”
I smack him in the shoulder. “Are you making fun of my Mom, mister?”
“I certainly am not.” His hand goes around the back of my seat and pulls me into him. “What did we say about hitting my golden arm, soon-to-be Mrs. Price?”
William leans closer. So close his nose touches my neck. I nibble at my lower lip, trying to hide the fact that the feel of his hot breath on my skin makes it wobble.
“Do you want me to spank that perky, little ass of yours?” his voice is a raspy whisper in my ear.
My whole body shivers at the sound of his voice. That’s the kind of power this man has over me. A hushed word or two, a caress here and there, and I’m melting at his feet.
“I-I think we established that the last time. My tiny body can’t cause a lot of damage to big and mighty William Price,” I stutter.
Will moves away, enough so he can look me in the eyes. His fingers caress my cheek.
At first, he keeps quiet. Warm chocolate eyes look at me softly. They shine brightly with love. So much love it would hurt for me to stare at him if I didn’t feel the same way. I can only hope he always looks at me that way. Even when we’re eighty years old and sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of our house. I hope he looks at me like that forever.
“Hey, love birds!” Mia, my little sister, breaks us out of our own world. “If you don’t stop staring at each other all googly-eyed and shit, I’ll puke. And this cake is too good to be wasted that way.”
I shoot a stern look her way, but the smell of the white chocolate and raspberries draws my attention.
My favorite.
I can’t grab the fork fast enough. I take a piece and put it in my mouth. My eyes fall shut and a low moan escapes me.
“So damn good,” I mutter. When I open my eyes, Will is looking at me, a smirk curling his lips and a hungry look in his eyes. “You have to try this. It’s so delicious!”
I take a piece on my fork but can’t do much more because her pulls me to him. His lips crash to mine and his tongue demands entrance which I give willingly.
This time I moan for completely different reasons. Chocolate and raspberries and Will; there is nothing more intoxicating than this.
The fork falls from my hand to the plate and my hands curl behind his neck to pull him closer, fingers getting lost in soft waves of brown locks.
Both of his hands are on my cheeks holding me close.
His tongue darts further inside my mouth, velvet against velvet.
Conquering.
Owning.
Loving.
I hear a loud groan come from deep within his chest. It’s long, needy, and painful. My lip tugs upward, if only slightly. I can’t help but feel glee every time he gets this way.
My body reacts to his so easily.
Just a touch is enough to make me crave more.
Just a tingle of his breath on my skin makes my whole body shiver.
Just a kiss makes me melt and want all of him.
It feels good to know I affect him too. It feels good to know you’re not just loved but desired. Wanted in every way possible.
We break our kiss. Both of us panting heavily. Taking a few seconds to compose before we face the rest of the restaurant that got quite a show.
William gets a grip on himself way before I do and turns to look at the rest of our table that’s starting in our direction uncomfortably. I know because I can see it from the corner of my eyes, and even if I couldn’t, I would feel their probing stares directed my way.
He clears his throat and takes the fork in his hand to finally start eating his cake. He tastes the cake and moans loudly.
“This.” He looks at our mothers and points to his plate. “We’ll have this as our wedding cake even if I have to ship it from Croatia to the States.” Then he turns to my flushed form on the chair next to his and winks. “It holds special memories.”
CHAPTER 10
WILLIAM
The door doesn’t shut close behind us properly and my arms are already on her tiny body.
Earlier this morning, we put my mom on a plane and we left for Zadar. Bel didn’t have any classes, but her internship starts soon, and she has to work on her thesis so it’s best for her to be there.
I wrap my hands around her, the soft curve of her ass filling my hands as I lift her upward. Her body rubs against mine, and I can feel my cock growing harder, pressing against my jeans.
My mouth crushes to hers in one deep, long, needy kiss. Our loud moans filling the silence of Anabel’s small studio apartment.
It’s been long.
Too fucking long.
Between her barely getting time to stay overnight during her last visit, me staying behind while she returned home and now being at her house with both our families we didn’t get much alone time.
I told Bel we should get our own place when we’re up north visiting her family, but as usual she didn’t want me spending money on “useless” stuff. Useless stuff being almost everything that has to do with spending money on her. Clothes and other girly shit, getting our own apartment or buying her a car—yeah, you hear it right, my girl doesn’t even own a car, something almost every sixteen-year-old has in the US—she doesn’t want any of that. The only thing she doesn’t comp
lain about is me buying her plane ticket to come and visit or buying her books.
There was this one time when we walked down the street and she saw this bookshop. She turned those big puppy eyes at me so of course we entered. We spent two hours in that bookshop! Two freaking hours! I’m not even kidding, and she bought only two books. I urged her to get more but she declined, like she refused to let me pay for her books.
That stubborn, stubborn girl.
So, I did what any other guy would do, I talked to the woman working the register and told her to pack every book Bel took in her hands and anything else she might like and send it to my address. When the books showed at our door the next day she was too busy gushing over them to be mad at me. There was this sparkle in her eyes like a child on Christmas morning. And that day, I fell for her a little harder.
After that I maybe stole her Kindle and gave it to my assistant to get me all the books she had in there in paperback. Meanwhile, I kept her entertained so she wouldn’t notice it was missing. If you know what I mean.
Anabel tugs at my lower lip, returning me from falling down memory lane. She sucks my lip into her mouth and a long groan gets stuck in my throat.
Her hands start pulling at my shirt, so I jerk it over my head, my whole body shivering once she puts her delicate fingers on my naked shoulders.
Her fingers are ice cold, like always, and I can’t hide the hiss at the difference in our skin temperatures.
“I need you,” she manages to murmur before I shut her up with another kiss.
I try to keep it mostly platonic in public because Anabel gets all flustered. And although I like to unnerve her, I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.
All of that results into kissing her until our lips are red and raw when we’re alone. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this girl. I need her like air to breath. She’s the key part to my survival.
A part of my soul.
A part of my heart.
I pull the sweatshirt over her head as she unhooks her bra. Her boobs spring free, nipples already hard. My head lowers instantly, and I pull one hard peak into my mouth. Her hands grab the strands of my hair and pull me closer as her back arches forward, pushing more of her flesh in my face.
Murmuring with content, I play with the nipple in my mouth. Switching between hard and fast sucks. Twitching and twisting my tongue around the little point until it becomes so hard she’s squirming in my arms.
Not wanting her other tit to feel neglected I start squeezing it softly in the palm of my hand, my fingers twitch the sensitive nipple to its full peak.
Her legs squeeze against my middle tightly and I can feel her rub her lower half against mine causing my dick to grow harder. She’s dry humping me so hard I can feel her hot, damp pussy even through all the layers that separate us. The blood is throbbing in my head in tune with her pussy rubbing against my stone-hard cock. The only things I can hear are the rush of blood and my hectic breathing mixed with her soft moans.
I seriously can’t remember the last time I was this hard. Probably when we just met, and she was all hot and cold, but I didn’t want any other girl, so my hand had to do.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on for much longer,” I warn her.
Anabel lifts her head. That sweet, innocent smile of hers curling her lips while her eyes shine with hunger and need. “I don’t want to wait much longer.” Her words are a whisper. “I need you now, William. Like I-need-you-inside-me-this-instant now.”
Not one to let down a lady in need, I start pulling down her pants and panties in a hurry, and she does the same to me.
Once we’re both free of the restrictions, our mouths crash together in a manic kiss. Teeth and tongue. Hurried, openmouthed kisses. Hungry and dirty. No playing around. Just pure, strong need.
My hands slide down the curve of her ass to the back of her silky thighs.
I open her wider for me, but there is no need. She’s so soaked and hot my dick slides easily inside her to the hilt. We both groan in unison at the feel of her pussy wrapped tightly around my dick.
Home.
I’m finally home.
“So good,” I pant once I’m fully inside.
I almost forgot how it feels to be together like this. United in the most primal, basic way possible with the person you love. Two people, but one mind, heart, and soul. There is nothing that can compare to that feeling. Nothing remotely similar. It bares you in the most intimate way possible. It makes you vulnerable, but at the same time strong.
“Don’t stop.” Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin to the point they’re drawing blood. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I walk us to the wall so I have necessary leverage. Pulling slowly out so only the tip of my dick is left inside, I slam back inside. Over and over again. My thrusts become harder and faster.
Anabel kisses me all over my face and upper body. Her lips marking every inch of my skin.
“I love you, William,” Anabel half sighs, half moans.
I love the way she says my name. A little gasp that parts those raw pink lips. She marks me with her words, her touch, her kiss. There is no woman like her.
No woman like Anabel Majer.
No other woman for me.
“I love you more, Tink.”
Then I really go at it. Pushing inside her so hard and fast you can hear our bodies hitting the wall and squeaking of sweaty skin against sweaty skin.
I thrust inside her until my name falls off her lips in a moan, and I can feel her pussy clench around my dick hard, pulling me over the edge along with her. Milking me so hard there’s nothing left inside me. She took it all.
My body.
My mind.
My heart.
My soul.
It’s all hers, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER 11
WILLIAM
I have to admit, I love being in Zadar. Especially in the spring.
The early April day air has a slight bite to it, although you can see the sun rise slowly on the horizon. It’s quiet and the streets are empty. There is saltiness in the air coming from the sea that’s just around the corner.
Who doesn’t like that?
The university is situated in the Old Town of Zadar. It’s basically a peninsula surrounded by stone walls that are probably as old as the city itself. Anabel’s apartment is close to the university, just an easy five, ten tops, minute walk from her place.
Although I’m enrolled in a gym all year round—you never know when I might pop in for a short visit—I like to get up early and go on for a jog while the rest of the town is sleeping. Including Anabel.
I tried to get Tink to go jogging with me once, but she didn’t even open one eye, yet she managed to throw the pillow at my head before snuggling more firmly under the comforters and going back to sleep.
So much for being clumsy.
She probably faked falling that first night we met all those months ago to grab my attention. A man can hope, right?
After that I didn’t even try to wake her up or ask her to join me. I usually wake up when the sun starts rising and go for a run. After hour or so, on the way home I grab some breakfast and coffee to-go in the bakery.
Another thing Croatians don’t have? Starbucks. Yeah, no Starbucks. I think I wanted to cry the first time Bel told me that. How can they live without Starbucks? At least there is McDonald’s. They don’t live completely in the Stone Age. For now.
With coffee and breakfast in tow, I sneak back into her apartment. Sometimes the smell of coffee and sweet baked goods is enough to wake her. Sometimes I have to be more creative.
Those are my favorite days.
Softly closing the door behind me, I look at the bump on the bed.
Another thing about Bel? She likes to sleep in the middle of the bed. And she always sleeps on her side or stomach, never on her back. Her hands hug the pillow and at least one of her legs is pulled up to her chest.
/> The blinds are still pulled on the window and the room is dark. Bel is softly snoring under at least five blankets.
When I’m here I push them down at the bottom of the bed and Bel drapes herself over my body in search of heat.
Moving a few papers on her desk only enough so I can lay down our breakfast—another lesson I learned pretty early, do not, under any circumstances, touch Bel’s creative mess. I take off my running shoes and get on the bed next to her.
Snuggling under the covers, my hands wrap around her naked frame and I pull her closer to me. She murmurs something incoherently in her sleep.
Gently chuckling I move a strand of the hair behind the ear.
Looking at her like that, all beautiful and innocent warms my heart and makes me love her even more.
How much can a person love before it become too much? Before there is no place left to hold all those crazy, beautiful, unnerving feelings inside? Is there a limit to how much you can love somebody? If there is, I don’t want to reach it. I love falling for her, and I don’t want to give up that feeling.
Tink stirs against me, her body arching into my touch as if she can sense me even in her dreams.
I pull her closer to my chest. My lips find the crook of her neck and plant one long kiss on the sensitive skin behind her ear.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Morning,” she murmurs softly, her butt arching back and rubbing against my groin. I inhale sharply, my body reacting to her proximity in an instant.
“You have to stop doing that because I might flip you on all four and give you a good morning fuck,” I growl in her ear.
She tries to brush her ass against my dick again, but I curl my fingers stronger around her hips, keeping her still.
“Maybe I’d like that.”
Her voice is still husky from the sleep and doesn’t help me get rid of the boner tenting my running shorts.
