Taking It Slow

by Jordan Marie

  “You’re so annoying, Ida Sue.”

  “Runs in the family, Blossom. Now, if you don’t mind I need to go. My man has decided to remind me who I belong to and he’s in a pretty festive mood since my resident eye candy just moved out of the house.”

  “Fine, go. But this isn’t the last you’re going to hear about it.”

  “Didn’t suspect it would be. You are a Lucas after all. Tell C.T. bye for me.”

  “What does C.T. stand for anyways?”

  “Chocolate Thunder,” she giggles and hangs up.

  I stare at my cellphone for a minute and turn it off, shaking my head.

  “What does C.T. stand for?” Titan asks.

  He’s sitting on my bed, which I guess is his bed. After I yelled at him, I called Ida Sue. Black left somewhere in the middle of the argument and I yelled at him before that. Which means I’ve yelled a lot this evening, and it changed nothing.

  “Chocolate Thunder,” I mumble, too tired to lie to him.

  “Christ. Your aunt is fucking looney.”

  “Titan, we have to talk.”

  “Faith, I’m not fighting with you about this anymore. It’s stupid.”

  “It’s not stupid. You bought a house—”

  “I’m coaching a D-league team. It was part of the deal. I get to still take part in the sport I love and I can do it being close to my woman and my child. I lost nothing in this deal.”

  “But…”

  “There are no buts,” he says and I want to choke him.

  “There are! If this was the deal you wanted, then why even go through the whole wedding with Jacey!”

  “Damn it, Faith!”

  “Unless you have feelings for her. Oh my God, is that what this is all about? Do you have feelings for her? I destroyed everything with my announcement, didn’t I?”

  Titan growls—literally growls—and stomps over to me.

  “Stop it. I swear to God I can’t handle much more today. I had a plan and it was a good plan, because I didn’t have anything else in my life. Nothing good. It was just life. Then one night with a crazy-ass blonde turned my world upside down.”

  “Titan—”

  “A crazy-ass blonde who haunts my dreams so much that I can’t get her out of my mind.”

  “Titan—”

  “A crazy-ass blonde whose taste stays on my tongue, whose touch is burned into my skin and whose voice stays in my head.”

  “Titan—”

  “That happened before I knew about our baby, Faith.”

  “Titan—”

  “It happened before you were in the church that day.”

  “Damn it, Titan—” I try again, my voice shaking, emotion surging through me.

  “It’s just one of the reasons I was already calling the wedding off. It’s you I want, Faith. I don’t care how we started. I just know this is how I want it to go. I want to be with you. I want to build something with you, with our child and—”

  “Jesus, Titan—” I whisper and tears are clogging my throat.

  “I don’t care how we started, Faith,” he says again and he’s standing right in front of me. His amber colored eyes are shining down at me so bright they sparkle, even through my tears. “I don’t care about any of it. But I’m here because in the end, it’s you I want with me.”

  “Are you finished?” I ask.

  His hand comes up to slide against my neck, his thumb moving back and forth gently on my chin.

  “For now,” he says, his lips moving into a soft smile.

  “Then can you shut up and kiss me?” I ask him.

  In answer, he pulls my face to him and his lips press against mine in the sweetest whisper-soft touch I’ve ever felt… and it’s never been better.

  47

  Titan

  I pick Faith up and carry her to the bed. I didn’t plan for things to go this way, but I’m not stopping. Since Faith left me in Colorado, I’ve barely been getting through the day. I wasn’t lying. She’s been haunting me and having her stand there and dare to think I’d want anyone over her is more than I can handle.

  When I made the move to Texas, I didn’t expect this. I wanted to make sure Faith and the baby were taken care of. I wanted to be a part of my child’s life. What I didn’t expect was to be drawn even deeper to Faith. I should have. God knows she’s a fever in my blood—but yet, I didn’t.

  I stand her up by the edge of the headboard. The only sound in the room is our breathing, both ragged. The feel of the room is electric. It’s been too long since we were together, and this is different. Before we had no direction; we came together out of need and pleasure. Now… Fuck. Hopefully now we’re going somewhere. We’re together, because I’m not letting her go.

  I undress her slowly. Her eyes hold mine the whole time and she doesn’t stop me. If anything she helps, and when she’s completely naked she does something to surprise me further. She doesn’t hide her body. Instead she reaches over and pulls on my shirt. I help slide it over my head, throwing it down on the floor with hers. Once that’s done she moves her hand over my chest. Her touch is like a drug. I missed it, but until this moment I didn’t realize how much. Her fingers slide over my ribs, under my pecs and up to my neck. They press in there, taking in my pulse and holding me. Her gaze locks with mine and then she gives it to me. She gives it to me so sweetly that I didn’t know it was the one thing I missed the most, until I have it.

  “I’ve missed you, Big Daddy.”

  There it was. There it fucking was.

  She missed me. Even with her whacked nickname I soak in that beauty coming from her. I’ve never had that in my life either. Had people come and go. Some people meant a lot, others just pass through. But not one ever looked at me and said they missed me—not with meaning, not with emotion thick in their voice, so thick you knew they truly meant it. Not until Faith.

  Her hands go to my belt and she slowly undoes it. Her hand trembles and somehow that tremble moves through me. I cup her hand in mine, holding it still. Again her eyes come back to mine.

  “I’ve missed you, wife.”

  I don’t know what makes me say the words, I just know they feel right. I see exactly when they hit Faith. Her face reflects shock, but then she smiles and it’s a smile that lights the room.

  “Let’s get you naked,” she whispers and on that we can completely agree. I undo the button while she’s already sliding the zipper down. I shove my clothes down and step out of them. I’d like to say I played it slow and cool, but fuck, I just want them out of the way. Hell, when I kick my shoe off it goes sailing through the air and hits a lamp. Faith jumps into my body as it crashes into the floor in a heap of broken glass.

  “I’ll buy you a new one,” I grumble and she looks up at me with her mouth open and then she laughs, so happy and free something squeezes in my heart.

  “Anxious?” she asks, when she finally gains control again.

  “Like you wouldn’t believe,” I admit without blinking.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers.

  “So, you’re saying I’m going to wake up and you’ll be here with me for a change?”

  “That’s the plan,” she agrees.

  “So, no handcuffs are needed?”

  “Not this round, but maybe next time…” She grins seductively, leaving little doubt at what she’s talking about.

  “Making note,” I tell her as I gather her in my arms and bring her down on the bed with me.

  I lay her on her back, as I go to my side so I can look at her. I hold one of her breasts, letting the weight of it settle in my hand.

  Perfection.

  “I love your body. Light to my dark, smooth to my rough, soft to my hard,” I rumble in her ear, biting on the lobe. I suck it into my mouth while squeezing her nipple and then kneading her breast.

  “Definitely hard,” she whispers, her hand wrapping around my cock and squeezing. I close my eyes as pleasure ripples through my body. I thrust into her hand before I can stop m
yself.

  “Keep that up and this party will end way too soon,” I warn her, kissing down her neck and shoulder.

  “That would be a shame, but I do love touching you, Titan,” she says, squeezing my cock again.

  I run my tongue along the indention of her collarbone, nibbling gently on the skin. Then I move lower, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking it while I squeeze her breast, and then I move my hand to play with her other nipple, while still sucking the first. I tease them at the same time, playing them against each other. Tugging, biting, licking, sucking, all done to drive her wild. Her fingers stab into my shoulder as her body rhythmically rocks. Her moan triggers my growl as I abandon her breasts and move farther down.

  My hand rests on her stomach. And I spread it out, palm down and just hold it there. She brings her hand down, placing it over mine.

  “Our baby,” I whisper, emotion thick in my voice.

  “You want him.”

  “Or her,” I groan, moving down to kiss the top of her hand.

  “I was scared you would be mad…”

  “I’m the one who didn’t protect you, Faith,” I tell her, taking full responsibility.

  “Most men don’t want a baby taking over their life and ruining—”

  “Our baby is giving me everything I want and more, even if I didn’t realize it. Our child is a blessing, not a mistake,” I add, needing her to know exactly how I feel.

  Then, I move my hand down lower.

  48

  Faith

  I feel Titan’s hand move between my legs and my breath catches in my throat. I’ve missed him. My eyes close as his fingers drift against my clit. My body convulses with the first swipe—the joy is that intense.

  “You’re already primed, aren’t you, Faith? I could make you come so easily, just from brushing against your clit,” he whispers against my thigh. I don’t answer him. I’m too busy drinking in all of the sensations that are sweeping through me. His heated touch, warm breath, the weight of his body leaning on me, it feels so good, all of it… all of him.

  “Titan,” I moan when I feel one of his fingers—or maybe two—push inside of me.

  “Spread your legs wider for me, Faith,” he urges before biting into my thigh. I cry at the sting of pain, and my body surges up and causes his fingers to sink a little deeper. “Spread them,” Titan grows, his voice hoarse and intense.

  As I come back down, I instantly plant the heels of my feet against the bed and spread my legs. I thought he’d get between them, but he doesn’t. Instead, he bends over my thigh and brings his tongue straight to my clit, his fingers still buried inside of me. He flicks his tongue over my clit while his fingers push in and then withdraw inside of me. With each thrust his fingers press against the walls of my pussy, almost scraping them in a move that feels so good I can do nothing but cry out.

  “That’s it baby. That’s it,” Titan praises against my pussy and then he’s sucking on my clit, manipulating it—worshipping it—with his mouth. My hands tangle into the sheet I’m lying on as I try to hold back. Titan doesn’t allow that, though, because he moves his mouth and then his hand comes down and spanks my throbbing clit at the exact moment his fingers tunnel deep inside.

  “Titan!” I cry, as wave after wave of need crashes over me. I’m so close to my orgasm that I can practically taste it. “Please, baby. I need you in me when I come,” I tell him, my head going back and forth as it builds. When I come, I know it’s going to be more intense than anything I’ve felt before.

  I thought he would move and take me while I was under him, but Titan surprises me again. He turns me to my side, two of his fingers still inside of me—though not moving.

  “Hook your leg over mine,” he growls in my ear.

  I’m so far gone that at first I’m not sure what he means. Still, I hook my foot behind his calf. Titan’s hand wraps around my knee and he pulls my leg up higher.

  I moan with frustration and sadness when his fingers leave my pussy, but I don’t have time to protest, because a minute later I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance from behind me. That’s good. That’s unbelievably good. Anticipation spreads through me as he pulls me back against him even deeper. His large arm locks around my upper torso, his hand grabbing my breast and squeezing it rhythmically just as his cock pushes in deeper.

  He doesn’t hurry when he does this. He goes slow and I take him inside in a lazy slow stroke that leaves me swearing I can feel every inch as it breaches me. Feel, memorize and let it brand me. My head goes back against his shoulder. His heavy breath is right there and I hear him groan as he plants himself so deep I can feel his balls pushing against me.

  He’s never been this deep in me before. I’ve never felt this stretched, this full… and it feels perfect—better than perfect.

  “You’re mine, Faith,” he whispers.

  “Titan,” I cry as he begins to withdraw. I grind my ass against him, doing my best to keep him with me—inside of me.

  He doesn’t speed up; he keeps the ride slow and steady, but he doesn’t stop working my breast, he doesn’t stop holding me and whispering soft words of praise in my ear. It’s delicious and beautiful. So beautiful that I don’t even try to stop it when my orgasm hits.

  “That’s it, Faith. Come all over my cock, woman. Come all over it,” he growls before biting into my shoulder, and that too feels good.

  “I’ve missed you, Titan. God, baby. I’ve missed you.”

  I just keep saying that over and over while I ride out my release. I can’t think, I just need him to know that. A moment later I feel his body tighten. A moment after that he’s filling me with his cum. Jet after jet unleashes almost as powerful as his thrusts, and in that moment I don’t think it can get any better. I seriously don’t, but then Titan proves me wrong when he whispers in my ear.

  “Feels like coming home, Faith. Fuck me, you feel like coming home.”

  49

  Titan

  “If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me,” I mumble, still planted deep inside of Faith. Our breathing is normal again and I have her held against me. She has one hand reaching back to hold my hip and another tangled with the one I have over her breasts. I lean up so I can see her face and she’s smiling. Her eyes are closed and that sweet smile is wide. My woman is happy. Fuck, so am I. I know I missed her. I didn’t realize how much until I got inside of her.

  “I think that’s my line, Big Daddy,” she laughs. I bury my head into her neck, fake growling while nibbling on her, and she giggles louder.

  She moves as I tickle her and I growl for real when she moves on my cock. I should be spent, but I’m still hard. My dick shudders from deep inside of her, wanting to move more. Faith has to feel it too because she grinds her ass against me with a moan of pleasure.

  “Hungry for more?” I ask, my fingers curling into her thigh.

  “I shouldn’t be, but you feel so good.”

  “Now that’s my line,” I joke. I move my hand from her hip, and capture hers. I bring it up and stare at it. Her pale skin shines against mine. Her long slender fingers look graceful. Her hands are just as beautiful as the rest of her. I kiss her fingers, my thumb brushing over one in particular.

  “What did you do with your wedding ring?” I ask her before I can stop myself.

  Her body tenses slightly.

  “I guess I should have given it back to you.”

  “Why? It’s yours. I gave it to you,” I answer, kissing the finger where the ring was.

  “You could have gotten your money back for something. You could have probably used it for Ja—”

  “Don’t say it. Don’t ruin what just happened, and don’t ruin how fucking amazing it feels to still be inside of you by bringing up how stupid I was.”

  “Oh… I didn’t mean anything bad,” she whispers, and she turns her head to look up at me. “I promise. We didn’t owe each other anything at that point.”

  “Does that mean you think we do now?”

 
“Well… I think now, if you left me to go marry another woman I’d be a little upset.”

  I grin.

  “A little?”

  “Okay, more than a little,” she mumbles and she blushes as she admits it. “I’d probably sic Black on you… or maybe Leroy.”

  “Good to know, but I’m not planning on going out and marrying another woman, so I think I’m safe. So, where’s your ring?”

  “In the nightstand drawer, why?”

  “Just wondering,” I lie. I want it back on her finger. But I’ll hold off on that. I don’t want to change her mood while my dick is deep inside of her and her hips are moving slowly as she starts to ride me. She’s doing it in a way that I don’t think she realizes it—at least not fully, and that makes it sweeter.

  “Where’s yours?” she says, her voice husky and threaded with need.

  “In my suitcase,” I tell her, not adding that I look at it every night. Now’s not the time for that either. I move my hand up her stomach and then farther up to her breasts.

  “Titan…”

  “I think you’re hungry, Faith. Am I right?”

  “Yes…” she whimpers as I tweak her nipple.

  I’m about to shift our position when the phone rings.

  “Expecting someone?”

  “No. It’s probably Ida Sue or Black. They call almost every night.”

  “Don’t move,” I grumble. She moves on my cock again in response.

  “Can’t promise that, Big Daddy.”

  “I’m going to spank your ass,” I growl, stretching to get the phone, while still remaining inside Faith.

  I bring the phone up and frown because it says, “Unknown Caller.”

  I click it on, bringing it to my ear. Before I can say hello a man is talking.

  “Hey, Sunshine, hope I didn’t wake you. I just wanted to see if you got my present.”