Psionics Box Set 1-7

by Robyn, Amy

  “It was poking me in the butt for a while but no way was I stopping to get it.” He kisses the top of my head. I feel like I should say something but I have no idea of what to say. I never dated. I have zero experience on how to talk to guys. I get up and follow him to the door.

  “I will call you in the morning before I head over.” He says as he kisses my lightly on the mouth. He goes to pull away and I grip him tighter and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I want one more taste of him before he leaves. He moans and sucks my tongue into his mouth. Oh yeah, that is so good.

  “Holy shit, you're trying to kill me.” He says when he pulls away to rest our foreheads against each other. We stare into each others eyes for a while before he turns and walks to his car. He stops beside it and just stares at me for a minute.

  “Please don't leave me again.” He says quietly yet I still hear him.

  “Please don't give me a reason to leave you again.” I say just as quietly and I have no doubt he hears me when he nods. He climbs into his car and drives away. I shut and lock the door before I fall against it with a groan. Am I doing the right thing? I scold myself to stop second guessing, as I walk into the bathroom, to clean up for bed. I am still worried that I won't like sex, but less so now that I have felt so much pleasure from his tongue. Will it be as good with his cock instead of his finger? I flush just thinking about it.

  I climb into bed as my phone beeps.

  “Just wanted to tell you that I had a great time tonight and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.” I love that he spells out every word. I always get confused with what the acronyms all mean, LMAO or OMG. It is just too much.

  “I had fun too. I can't wait until tomorrow. I like your kisses.” I can't believe I just told him that. Why did I push send.

  “Thank Fuck!! Because I love yours.” I giggle. He is making me fall so hard. I cringe for a moment.

  “Goodnight.” I send as I turn off my lamp.

  “Goodnight. Dream of me.” Like I would dream of anyone else. Even when I had wanted to, I couldn't. I smile now, thinking of what we are going to be doing tomorrow. He really knows how to get to me.

  Chapter 7.

  I sleep through the night. It is the first time in two years that I have not waken up panting, with her voice saying 'I hate you' repeatedly. I smile as I stretch out on my bed. Tonight, if all goes well she'll be in this bed, with me. I want this so much that I ache with hunger for her. I crave her. I knew I loved her and I knew being with her would be like nothing else, but I had know idea I would crave her like I do. I want her taste on my tongue always or I feel empty.

  I finally get up and take a shower. I dress carefully for her. Yep, whipped and I love it. I clean up the house. There is not much to do. I am a clean guy. My mom would have whooped my ass if I had been messy and her lesson stuck with me, thankfully. I usually exercise in the mornings to get her out of my head after a night of dreaming of her, but not today. I am well rested. I grab my phone and call her.

  “Hello.” She says.

  “Hey love are you ready to go shopping?” I sit to tie my shoes.

  “Actually my mom wants to go. She says she actually has an appetite and she wants to get some junk food that she hasn't been able to eat.” I bet she is looking forward to eating what ever she wants. I know when I would visit, she would talk about how bread was the only thing she could hold down for any length of time.

  “Do you want me to come and get you and we can go out to eat? Afterward I thought we could go to the flea market, if you like.” I tie the other shoe and start hunting through my closet for a jacket. It is always nippy in the mornings.

  “That sounds great.” She sounds excited. Good, I made the right choice. I was stressing about it last night. I know if we stayed here all day, I would be all over her. I don't think I would have been able to keep it out of her all day. Just hearing her voice, I could break brick.

  “Alright love, I am on my way. Grab a light jacket, it will be nice out, but it always starts out cold.” She laughs.

  “Yeah, I didn't get much of that in Texas. It is either hot as hell or cold. Though not as cold as it gets here in the winter.” I don't like her talking about Texas. It makes me remember how far we still have to go to get where I need us to be.

  “I am leaving now. I will be with you soon, love. I already have been missing you.” I don't even care if I sound like the sap I am. I love her and I don't care who knows.

  “I miss you too.” Fuck yeah, I'm all smiles now.

  “See you in a minute baby.” I hang up and head out. I check in with my brothers and let them know where I will be all day today just in case there is an emergency. Cell signal is sketchy out where we will be. Dagger assured me everything will be fine. I love how supportive my family is. I forgot that, for two years. I was an all around idiot, it seems.

  We go to the diner for breakfast. It's the best place in town for pancakes. We talk and laugh. I had almost forgotten how much fun she is. She has a great sense of humor and an intelligence not often seen. My ONE is perfect in every way. To me anyway, and that is all that matters.

  We get to the flea market and we just walk from stall to stall. I'm having so much fun, just following in her footsteps. She gets excited about the smallest things and I love seeing it. We stop and we each have a corn dog and share some funnel cake around noon. We are feeding each other, and laughing, when a shadow falls across us. I look up and see my mom and dad. Mom is beaming as though she has won the lottery.

  “Mom, this is Kristen. Kristen, this is my mom Leah.” Kristen puts her hand out to shake, but mom grabs it and pulls her up and into a hug.

  “I have been waiting a long time to meet you.” Mom says. Kristen turns a lovely shade of red.

  “Dad this is Kristen. Kristen this is my dad Dagen.” Dad gives her a small hug.

  “Nice to meet you Kristen.” He says as he releases her. This is one of the many things I love about my parents. They are always welcoming and loving. I always confided in my father until I hit my teens. I hope I am half the father he has been.

  “What are you two up to today?” Mom asks.

  “We are going to look around a bit more and then head to my place for a while.” I say to my parents as I wrap my arm around Kristen and pull her back into me.

  “Why don't you two come to dinner tonight?” My mom asks. She loves to cook and her food is the best.

  “Sorry mom. We are going out with my friend Sam. She is getting married soon and we are celebrating.” Mom smiles and it looks forced. Shit, does she see something I don't know about? I will need to call her before we go.

  My parents give us another parting hug and we finish eating our gooey sweetness. We walk a little more and find ourselves in front of a stall of paintings. She has been staring at one in particular for a long time now.

  “How much for the painting?” I ask the proprietor.

  “Make me a offer.” He says.

  “Fifty dollars.”

  “One hundred.” He crosses his arms.

  “sixty.” I say.

  “Seventy five and I throw in a smaller one for free.”

  “Deal.” I shake his hand as Kristen gasps. He shows her the smaller paintings she can choose from. She picks one and picks it up as I pay the man. When we leave we have our arms full. By the time we get to the car my arms are sore from carrying so much. Her smiles are worth it though.

  “Why did you buy the painting? You know I have no where to put it.” She looks at me while I pull out of the parking area.

  “You will put it in our house.” I say matter of factually She starts coughing.

  “Our house?” She squeaks.

  “Yes, I built it with you in mind. I hoped someday you would return and give me another chance. I am not going to rush you. It is your home too though, whenever you choose to move in.” Shit, that was probably rushing it. You only live once though and I am putting all my cards on the table. She will never doubt how I feel about her.
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br />   We get back to my place and I give her a tour. She loves the kitchen. She walks around in it sighing and exclaiming over certain aspects. Especially the counter space and the center island. I have done zero decorating. That I left for her, in case she returned. I hope she sees the potential. We walk into the living room and she walks over to the fireplace.

  “This is where the painting should go.” She points above the fireplace.

  “And the smaller one here.” She points above the couch on the opposite wall. I can't help it. I walk over and grab her by the waist. My mouth takes hers in a mating frenzy. I want to consume her. She moans as my tongue darts into her mouth for a taste. I growl as she wraps he arms around me, pulling me into her. I pull back enough to pull her shirt over her head. A thin black barrier covers her small, pert breasts.

  “I want you. Tell me if this is not what you want.” I give her a chance to tell me to stop. She pulls me back down for a kiss and I have my answer. I reach behind her and undo her bra. I pull the straps down letting it fall to the floor. Her breast are a work of art. Perfectly round, small yet perky with soft pink nipples. I growl as I latch on to one of them and she pulls my head closer. She arches her back offering me more. I switch breasts.

  “These are perfect.” I mumble against her.

  “They taste even better than I imagined.” She is lost in sensation as I continue my ministrations. I lave her nipples as I unsnap her pants and slide the zipper down. I pull them down to her knees. I kneel in front of her and help her slide them the rest of the way off. I moan as I look in front of me at her tiny panties that are more like a triangle of fabric. I kiss her belly button before thumbing the strings on the sides of her panties and pulling them down and off.

  I smile at the close cropped curls at the junction of her thighs. I stand and lift her into my arms and carry her up the stairs and into our room. I had yet to show her this room. I lay her on my bed and strip my clothes off before I take in the enormity of what is happening. I am finally claiming my One.

  She smiles up at me and reaches out her arms for me to join her. Hell yeah, I will join her. I stop at her knees and push them apart. Holy fuck, that is the most beautiful pussy that I have ever seen. It is pink and completely enclosed by her soft lips, until I part them. A secret just for me. I pull her legs further apart and her lips part and I see her glistening pink folds, my mouth waters.

  “Beautiful.” I need to taste her before I lose my mind. I lean forward and run my tongue from her tight hole to her clit. Her flavor is better than my best fantasy. She is sweet and tangy and my new favorite drink. I suck her clit into my mouth and stab at it with my tongue. Her back arches off of the bed and I press her down with my hand on her stomach. I trace every dip and every fold of her pussy until I can't stand it anymore. I need more of her flavor in my mouth. I shove my tongue into her pussy and grunt as her juices flow into my mouth. She cries out, as her channel tightens around my tongue.

  I look up in time to see her head thrashing and her legs begin to spasm. It is so fucking sexy that my cock leaks a little. I crawl up onto the bed and position myself between her legs. Her eyes meet mine as I slowly start to push inside of her. Her eyes get big but not from pain, so I continue moving forward. She is so tight. If I didn't know better I would swear she was a virgin. I start taking shallow strokes until I am fully seated inside of her. I pause and watch her face for any signs of discomfort. She starts moving her hips a little and I take that as a sign that she is ready. I pull out slowly and slide back in. She moans and closes her eyes. Thank fuck. She is enjoying this.

  I never want to cause her pain. She may not fully understand what it is to be a One but in our world she is the equivalent of a soul mate. I will never be complete again without her. I quit moving until she opens her eyes. She looks up at me with her beautiful hazel eyes.

  “I love you.” She whispers and I grunt, cumming hard as I grind up into her. Spilling into her as my emotions run wild. She reaches up and wipes the tears from my eyes. I hold her close as I recover.

  “I love you too, so fucking much.” Now, she is crying. When we both calm down, I kiss her with everything in me. I let her know that I am sorry for our pasts and how I will never let her go now. All of that within one kiss. My cock is starting to harden again. She gasps and clenches around me. I groan and start moving slowly. I have never even dreamed how good this would feel. She is made for me. I will never doubt that again.

  I start moving faster and she makes the sexiest grunting sound every time I bottom out inside of her. They become louder the faster I go. Fuck, I am about to cum again. It has been a long time and she fits my cock like a glove. I try everything to hold back my release. I reach between us and rub her clit. Right away she starts tightening around me. I put more pressure on her clit and circle my finger. She screams as her body shakes with her release.

  I pull back and start pounding into her. I can't control it. Her cumming, is too much for my senses. I am pounding her so hard that she is sliding off the other side of the bed. I pull her back down onto my cock as I shout her name. I never knew the saying “fuck until you're blind” until that moment. I cum so hard that I find myself blinking to get my vision back. Dearest gods, I never knew sex could be that intense. I never knew how love adds a whole new dimension to love making. I denied us this, for years.

  I slide out of her and fall to my side and pull her with me. I push the hair out of her face.

  “Move in with me.” I say looking into her eyes so that she sees I am very serious.

  “Not yet.” She kisses my chest.

  “Why not, love?” I stroke her back with my finger tips. She shivers.

  “It's too soon and my mom needs me right now.” I know she is right but I want her all to myself. Selfish ass.

  “I know baby. When she's better.” I tilt her head back to look into my eyes.

  “Yes, when she is better.” I whoop and she giggles. I kiss her until we are both panting. I pull back before we get carried away. I don't want her getting sore.

  “We need to get ready to go.” I tell her.

  “Will you drive me by my mom's so I can change and fix my make-up?” I grin at her.

  “No need, love.” I get up and walk over to the closet. I pull out the dress Jenna picked up for me this morning. I told her what I was looking for and she found the perfect dress to accentuate her curves. I show her and she gasps.

  “Oh my god, it is beautiful.” She says as she comes closer.

  “I would like to take credit but I had Jenna pick it out for me. She also got you all kinds of make-up, body wash and toiletries. I think she went a little over board but I know nothing about the stuff.” I show her into the master bathroom where I laid out all of the stuff Jenna brought over. Her eyes widened.

  “Why?” She asked.

  “I want you here as much as possible and you need to have all the necessities.” She throws her arms around me.

  “This is so sweet. Thank you.” She kisses me lightly on the lips. I pull her in and kiss her harder. I sit her on the counter and thrust into her. She moans as I fill her full.

  “I'm sorry. Just one more time. I promise I will behave the rest of the night.” She moans as I thrust into her again.

  “Please don't behave on account of me.” She says in between moans. Gods, I love this woman. I am unable to get as far in her in this position so I pull out. She groans at the loss of me. I turn her around and bend her over the counter. I thrust into her again and I can't stop. I start pounding away. She watches me move through the mirror. It is sexy seeing her hooded eyes watching me with lust. Her breast are swaying to the rhythm.

  “Play with your nipples.” I tell her as I up the pace. She leans up a little and pinches her own nipples between two fingers and tugs. Her pussy tightens around me. I am close to coming again. Jesus, I had no idea I could have this many orgasms in such a short period of time and it should take me longer to achieve one again. Not with her. With her, even the first
stroke is a battle not to cum.

  I watch as she continues to tweak her nipples. I can't wait to see her nipples darken from carrying my child. I am going to get her pregnant as soon as possible so she is tied to me. I don't want her to leave me ever again. I know it's not only fear that drives me to impregnate her, but it's the main reason. I can see it now, her belly swollen with my seed. I shout out as I cum again. My cock jerks and spews as it coats her walls. I feel her pussy tighten and start to pulsate around me. Thank fuck, she is cumming.

  I feel tears well up in my eyes as emotions bombard me. I bite into her neck to keep myself grounded. She yelps and then grinds back against me with a moan. I lick it and blow to take the sting out. I feel like a fucking cave man with the way I feel about seeing my mark on her. I pull out of her and start the bath running.

  “I never knew sex could feel good.” She says and I feel like crying at the injustice of the whole thing.

  “I know baby. I am glad you like it.” I kiss her on the top of the head.

  “I more than like it. I love it. I just wish I had waited.” She frowns and I don't like it.

  “Hey, no more looking back for either of us. From now on, we only look forward.” She nods and smiles up at me. Now that is more like it.

  Chapter 8.

  Kristen

  I stare up and smile at this amazing man. I have been in love with him since high school and even in my imagination he was never this sweet. Maybe we both needed to suffer to get to where we are now.

  He picks me up and sits me in the tub and starts bathing me.

  “Why don't you join me?” He shakes his head no.

  “If I do, I will be in you again and we will never leave. Besides I like watching you like this. Relaxed and enjoying my touch.” He is right, I am very relaxed and enjoying his attention. I keep my hair hanging over the back of the tub so it doesn't get wet. It is very long and takes way to long to dry.

  When I am thoroughly cleaned, he helps me out of the tub and dries me off. I love him pampering me. I never thought I would like this kind of thing, but I find it makes me feel cherished. I walk out of the bathroom and he hands me a change of underwear. I slide them on as he hands me the dress. I slide it over my head. It falls to just above the knee. He got the perfect size and it clings to me without looking tight. It is gorgeous.