Mr. Smith

62: Adam

I wake up to the sound of a soft, repetitive snore.  I look over to my right and couldn't help but smile.  Elizabeth is all mine.  No one is in the way from what I want anymore.  And I can't believe that she chose me. 

For a moment there, I was under the impression that she wanted to be with Ian when he brought her home last night.  I couldn't help but think, why the hell would she choose him?  But she did have a point last night when we had a small argument in the bathroom.  And so from now on, I can't fuck things up.  She is mine and I plan on keeping it that way.  I will do everything in my power to keep her. 

I listen to her moan as she rolls over to the other side, revealing her bare ass.  Last night, I've had the best sex in my life.  Listening to her cries of pleasure just turned me on.  Feeling her nails scratch down my back as I thrusted in her made me harder even more. 

Oh fuck, and that vagina of hers...it was still nice and tight.  The pressure felt good against my dick.  And those lips...God how I could just keep kissing those all day.  She may not be a perfect person, but she is for me. 

Damn she's so beautiful.  I lean over to her side and plant kisses along her shoulder blade and around her neck where I notice the hickey I gave her last night.  I make a trail of kisses from her jawline and up to her temple. 

"Mmmm...?"  She moans as she slowly shifts over her body to face me.  I watch her rub her eyes as she opens them. 

"Good morning."  I smile, kissing the tip of her nose. 

"Morning."  She yawns, landing her hand in my hair. 

I move my mouth down to hers and give her a passionate kiss.  She rolls on top of me, body pressed up against mine.  I realize that I don't have anything on either, meaning I've got to control my dick from getting a boner.  She's most likely sore and I don't want her to go through the pain again.  But fuck, it's hard when all of her is exposed to all of me-no barriers whatsoever. 

We take a breather as she rests her head on my shoulder, heavily breathing. 

"I've gotta go back home."  She grumbles. 

"You can stay here if you want."  I offer, knowing she's not wanting to go back. 

But she shakes her head as she picks it up to look me in the eye.  "No, I've got to face my problems." 

I notice a little sleep in the corner of her eye and wipe it away with my finger.  "I guess you want to go take a shower then." 

She nods her head and produces a smug grin.  "Do you wanna join me?" 

I let out a short laugh.  It's a very tempting idea.  But I've got something to take care of, so I can't. 

"Tempting, but I've got to pass."  I say, raising a brow. 

She pouts her lower lip, making me want to claim it with my mouth.  "Why not?" 

"I've got...work."  I answer, not really sure if what I need to do is considered work. 

She slides off of me, wearing a frown.  "Fine.  Looks like it'll just be me and the shower." 

I watch her walk across my room to the master bath and close the door behind her. 

Now I've got some work to take care of.  I grab my phone off my nightstand and dial up my coward of a brother, Ian.