Pleasing Mr Sloan [18+]

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 12

"Theo's in bed and my credit card says Gabrielle's booked into The Grange for de-stressing."

Candice nodded along, wiping the pots he handed her dry. So into her own thoughts, she didn't realise they had finished. He took hold of her hand which she had left out ready for the next item. Her eyes shot up, and he squeezed her hand gently and pulled her slowly into his embrace. Resting his hands on her lower back, he smiled as she wound her arms around him too. This felt easy. Like breathing.

"I know I told Theo you needed space to settle in, and I'll give it if you want but..." he trailed off as her hands trailed up his chest and up around his neck. "You've been through so much today and I just want to make sure you are okay. Can I stay with you? Just to hold you? Make sure you're okay."

"Just to hold me?" she asked and he groaned out as she pressed herself tighter into his body. He returned the action, repositioning them so he was pressing her against the empty sink.

"Whatever you want, baby," he said, trailing his nose along hers, inhaling deeply.

"I want you. I need you," Candice said, her eyes full of longing and vulnerability as she stared up at him. She gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and his lips launched hungrily onto hers. He made to pull back so they could head upstairs but she wouldn't let him go. "No. Here. Now," she pleaded, hands dropping to the waistband of his shorts.

He grunted as she yanked them down enough to free his already weeping cock. He grinned as he tugged off her sodden underwear and stuffed them into his pocket. She squealed as he picked her up, placing her on the kitchen worktop. Jerking in her hand, he nibbled along her jaw as she helped to align them together. Satisfied moans sounded out from both of them, as he slowly sank into her warmth. It had been less than four hours but it had felt like an eternity. He kept his hips gentle, and poured as much love as possible into every caress. She didn't deserve how she had been living. What her pathetic excuse of a mother had said about her. She was his angel and he wanted to make everything better. He wanted to make her happy. He had already swallowed her second climax before he finally shuddered inside of her. "Hmmmm," he moaned, panting against her forehead. Her eyes popped open, centimetres from his own and he sank into her dancing baby blues. "God I love you so much," he murmured without any thought. Her eyes widened and he nearly panicked, remembering his plan to tell her when she was ready. And there he had just blurted it out. He was about to apologise when her lips surged onto his.

"I love you too," she said breathlessly when she pulled away. Her eyes danced with such joy he didn't think it was possible. He froze for a second and then spun around in a circle, clutching her tightly against him.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. " He muttered, covering her face and neck with kisses.

She giggled, wrapping her forearms around his head tightly, delighting in his affections. Rotating her hips around his hardening member, he growled out playfully "insatiable."

"Only for you," she gasped out as he thrust upwards, hitting her cervix.

"Damn right, baby. All mine," he growled knowing where he wanted her next. In his bed. Until dawn. No interruptions. He never imagined that fucking her that first night would turn into this. He only wished he'd done it sooner.

"Yours," she whispered breathily into his ear, growing even wetter as he possessively clutched her tighter. Growling, he strode determined away from the sink. Her legs twitched, tightening their purchase around his hips. Biting her lip in excitement she had just enough awareness to survey the space for any evidence. Luckily she found nothing amiss and flicked off the light switch on passing. She returned her arm back around him and squeezed herself as tightly as she could. So eager were his leaps up the stairs, that she bounced violently around on his cock, making them both stifle moans. His feet automatically took them to his bedroom, and closed the door softly behind them. Pressing her against the door, he captured her moans as he rocked into her. Smiling into her lips, she protested when he pulled back. Her protests didn't last long though as he hastily tore off his top, followed swiftly by her dress and bra. Colliding back against her, he growled as they met flesh on flesh. Much better, he thought to himself. Wrapping his arms back around her, he picked her up off the door and spun, kicking his shorts with her panties into the corner somewhere. Falling into bed, he excitedly pressed her into the mattress, hands caressing her from head to toe. 

"Baby," he murmured, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder and pressing deeper. Sucking the skin of her neck into his mouth, he sucked harder as she trapped his head there with her hands. She was his. He wanted everyone to know. She mewled, arching her back up against him and he circled his nose against the freshly sensitised skin. The hickey was large. Larger than the previous one and screamed possessive intent. He didn't want to lie anymore. He wanted the world to know. Know that she was his. And his alone. "Mine," he muttered over and over against her skin. Descending further, he fed as much of her left breast into his mouth as possible. Sucking the heavy mound and squeezing the remainder as it spilled from his mouth. Its pair got a similar treatment. He couldn't get enough of her.

"Uh, Uh, Uh. Sloan!" Her moans captured his attention and he looked up from his feast and directly into her gaze. Her eyes widened further as his enthusiasm peaked, pounding into her and never letting her break eye contact. He grunted as her next climax squeezed in beyond compare and catapulted him into his own. He released her breast with a loud pop, and made his way up to her face as he rocked his last spurts into her gently. Caressing her cheeks gently, he brushed away any stray sweaty strands of hair. Finally drained, he dropped to the side, and pulled her to rest against his chest. He didn't want to crush them.

Stroking her back gently, he kissed her forehead as she snuggled closer. "I like that. Sloan I mean," she propped her chin on his chest and he smiled down at her. "Drop the Mr," he said, loving how he still managed to make her blush. "No-one's ever called me that before. I like that it's just yours," he murmured, brushing her cheek softly with the back of his ring fingers.

"I love you Sloan," she purred and he dragged her back to his lips with an eager growl.