“Fuck, Pen, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this feeling. You’re perfect.”
She gives me a shy smile and rolls her hips. Her eyes open as she locks her lips on mine.
“I’m going to ride you until we’re both too tired to move,” she whispers.
I moan into her mouth.
“I need you and want you, Pen, more than I ever thought physically possible,” I say, pulling her more firmly against me, wanting to crawl into her skin.
It’s Pen’s turn to moan, her hips moving more frantically.
I become lightheaded as something shifts within my chest, something that tells me I’m never going to be the same.
My hands move to her hips as she glides up and down my cock. The only sound echoing around the room is the carnal sound of our bodies coming together.
I bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, eliciting a groan that causes her pussy to contract around me. I love how sensitive she is. How much I crave her.
She speeds up, her clit pressing against my pubic bone as she rolls her hips. I move my hand between us, my thumb finding her swollen bud of nerves.
She bites her lip, her head falling back as she rides me hard and fast. I pinch her clit as I know she likes.
“Now,” I say, watching as she shatters above me, her chest and cheeks flushed as her pussy strangles my cock.
I thrust several times more, before following her over the edge, loving the feel of my cum coating her insides, of her sensitive flesh swallowing mine.
I roll us sideways onto the sofa, our bodies still joined, our legs entangled.
“I…” I pause, the words sticking on my tongue.
My chest constricts. I’ve only ever uttered those words to Lottie and my family.
I place my forehead against hers. I close my eyes and draw in a breath.
When I open them, Pen is smiling up at me. A dazzling smile that sinks deep into my chest, locking itself in place, filling my heart with hope. I pull back and look down at her.
Pen places a finger on my lips.
I draw in a shuddering breath as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and pull her forward, my mouth finding hers, sealing our love with yet another kiss.
CHAPTER 55
ELIJAH
The phone rings next to the bed, and I roll over with a groan.
Pen and I sealed our love all over the apartment last night, finally falling into bed in the early hours.
“Elijah,” I say, answering.
“Where thefuckis my daughter, you bastard?” Darra screams down the phone.
I sit up, running a hand down my face, forcing my eyes to open.
When I finally do, I realise it’s midday.
“Has her plane been delayed?”
Pen rolls over next to me and opens her eyes. She’s now awake. She shoots me a questioning glance and I shrug.
