“No, I’d want you to make whatever choice you needed. I meant it when I said I only want you. The plan to have the house, wife, kids was taken off the table years ago. I want you, and whatever you want.” I scrub my hand over my stubbled jaw, staring into her eyes, which are ignited with the dancingflames of candles lit around us. “But I’d love it if you decide to live in this house with me…since I already bought it and all.”
“I’ll miss you sneaking in my bedroom window, but I can’t wait to make this place our home.”
“It’s already feeling more like home than anywhere has in a long time.”
With slow, sleepy kisses, I soak in the comforting warmth of being wrapped around the most incredible girl in the world.
“Denver?” She breathes out my name like a question.
“Yeah, Bear?”
“I never stopped loving you. It’s never stopped being you for me.”
“Even when I thought you might not be mine in the end, I was always going to be yours.”
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“Morning, baby,” she mumbles into the skin covering my collarbone. Her fingertips feather across my chest, and when I open my eyes, she smiles up at me.
“Hey, you.” I lick my lips slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the living room bay window.
The woman I love is wrapped in my arms, on a makeshift blanket bed, after spending our first night inourhouse. One day she’ll decorate this space with furniture and anything else she wants. One day I’ll carry her through the front door on our wedding night. One day, I’ll stand in this spot rocking our baby to sleep.
She squirms against me, covered only by a thin sheet, grinding my leg. When I scoop her chin in my hand, tilting her face so I can kiss her, she rolls her hips. Catching friction on my thigh, she lets out the sweetest moan, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Each movement of her hips has the leg of my boxer briefs riding up, until I realize she’s already ditched her underwear, and there’s a soaking wet pussy riding my bare thigh.
“Baby,fuck.Are you this wet for me?” I reach down andswipe my fingers up her slit, collecting her wetness. When I pull my hand away, it’s glistening in the sun, and I suck my fingers clean. That’s all it takes to turn my semihard morning wood into a fully erect blanket tent.
“You promised we wouldn’t have a single day where I’m not on your cock. It’s been a full week.”
“I think I saidstranglingmy cock, specifically.” I kiss her, tangling her tongue around mine. “It’s not enough to just have you on it. I need you falling apart with my cock deep inside you. I need your pussy milking every drop of cum from me.”
“What else do you need?” She’s found the perfect pace now, rubbing herself against my leg with a symphony of lip-biting whimpers.
“I need to suck on your perfect tits.” I gently roll her nipple between my fingers, the metal barbell hot against my callused skin. I bend slightly, trying to keep my leg still between her thighs, and kiss her chest. “I need to see my cum all over you.”
She moans, with a breathy, “Yeah?”
“Fuck, Blair. I needyou.”
“You have me. All of me is yours for the taking.” A whimper slips free from her lips, pussy hot and wet on my thigh. And I bite down on her nipple piercing.
I want nothing more than to be inside her, but I also promised I’d take care of her. And that means putting aside the things I want, if she’s not feeling up to it.
“How does your ankle feel? Any pain?”
The instant her head starts to rock side to side on the pillow, I’m tearing her from my thigh and aggressively pulling my underwear down. My cock snaps to attention without the restrictive fabric, and the slow lick of her lips has me ready to burn the world down for a taste of her pussy.
So I kneel between her legs and drag my tongue up herslick cunt, savoring the sweetness. Then I sit back and admire my girl—her breasts jiggle slightly with every panting breath, and a few barely-there hickeys fill the empty spaces between the smattering of freckles painting her skin. “Look at how perfect you are.”
I slip a finger inside her, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth when her back arches, hair splaying across her pillow. I suck and bite at the delicate skin around her pussy, creating a watercolor smattering of light purple bruises on her creamy skin, encouraged by the slap of her hand down on the blankets and the accompanying moan.
“Holy fuck, why does that hurt so good?” She squirms under me.
“Because you love being mine.”
Blair shifts to force my lips close to where I know she’s desperate to be touched, with a panting, exhaled “Yes.”
I dive back in for meaningful licks, flicking the tip of my tongue across her clit until she’s grinding against my face, tugging my hair at the root. Thighs constricting around my head.
