The leather in his Aston Martin cradles my body, and the revving of his engine doesn’t help my aroused state. Watching Axel drive reminds me of my first night in Malibu. It’s funny how it feels as if it were years ago, when he asked me to help him. Meeting him in Hawaii seems even longer than that. Our reality is tomorrow, but I choose to reflect on how sexy he makes driving look.
The radio is low serving as background music to the night ahead of us.Delicateby Taylor Swift starts to play. The song feels like it expresses most of the things I plan to tell him. We cannot live in the gray anymore. Our favors are paid, and it’s time to discuss our future. Axel brings me back to the present by grabbing my hand. He laces our fingers together, and our eyes connect as he kisses each of my fingers then the back of my hand. The tenderness of his action warms my heart and reinforces the love I feel for him. I thought I was in love before, but now I know how love really feels.
We don’t speak for the rest of the drive or when he parks. The sound of the ocean rushing against the shore is the soundtrack of our journey into the house. Axel doesn’t bother turning on any lights as he guides me through the house and up the stairs. Once we're in the room, he turns my back to him and works on removing my dress. He places a victory kiss on my shoulder when the fabric falls to my waist. His fingers continue their leisurely exploration of my body in the moonlight.
“Heaven,” he whispers as my dress hits the floor. His nose traces my nape before his lips follow with soft kisses. “Tell me you feel it, too.”
My emotions are enhanced as I turn in his arms and kick the dress away.
My responding whisper is much softer than his. “Yes.”
Axel’s thumbs caress my cheeks when he cups my face. “We stopped pretending a long time ago.”
“Yes,” I agree once more.
Our lips connect; brief but sweet. My hands pull at his shirt because I want him just as naked as I am. Axel helps me rid him of his shirt, undershirt, and belt. I watch him shed the rest until he’s newborn naked. He pulls me to him, and I gasp from the shock of pleasure from the skin to skin contact. Axels erection presses against my belly, and the slick tip marks me.
It’s obvious he has more to say. He picks me up, and I promptly wrap my legs around his waist. Axel holds my gaze as he pushes inside of me. He keeps me trapped in his eyes until he’s as deep as he can get. We’ve had sex a lot, but this feels so new. He doesn't move either one of us as my muscles adjust and stretch for him.
“Hmmm, Heaven.” He drops his forehead to mine with his eyes screwed shut. His jaw clenches a few times before his eyes open to reveal a storm of emotions that he hasn’t verbalized. “I love you.”
I love you.
“Axel.” His confession replays in my head at least ten times. My heart is so full of emotion, my body doesn’t know how to process it into speech.
“It’s true, Heaven. It has nothing to do with me being buried in your pussy.” He moves us to the bed, and he’s on top of me. He thrusts a few times before completing his thought. “It is a fucking bonus.” He pumps a few more times, his body is tight with restraint. “I’ll make love to you all night if I need to, so every bit of you feels just how much I love you.”
His next kiss breaks the dam and calls forward the tears I’ve been holding. My body is already full of emotion.
“I love you, too.” I finally manage between happy tears.
His smile is brilliant even with the lack of light. “Good. I really didn’t want to hold you hostage until your emotions caught up with mine.”
My giggle causes more tears to spill until Axel changes his trajectory and turns me into someone only capable of moaning.
“No need...I’m right there with you.”
Axel pauses to look at me. “I'm sorry. I have to say this at least once,” he falls back into his languid pace. “Your pussy is...heavenly.”
I slap his chest. “Shut up and kiss me, water god.”
“Well, I guess I’m home. You know, in Heaven.”
“Did our confessions of love unleash all your name jokes?”
Axel rakes his bottom lip through his teeth. “Fuck, I have so many.”
He kills my next snarky statement by delivering the kiss I requested. Axel’s tongue teasing my mouth in the same rhythm that he’s fucking me is the reason I forgot what we were talking about. It doesn’t matter.He loves me.That thought alone has my walls clinching. Axel noticed. His moan was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. My entire body is aroused; every touch, taste, and sigh from him is another aphrodisiac that heightens the experience.
Breaking the kiss, Axel pushes himself up on one hand—never breaking rhythm—then uses the other one to slide between us. He watches me as he rolls my clit then rubs hard against it just as he hits that special spot inside of me.
I cry out his name as my body convulses from the shock of pleasure. The tenderness is gone when he flashes me a wicked smile. Pulling his still hard dick out, he slides down my body until his mouth is just above my mound.
“I’m nowhere near done with you tonight,” he warns me right before his tongue takes a joyride up my slit.
Axel
This is what love feels like. It feels like my life is restarting. The sun filtering through the window to paint our naked bodies feels different. I’d never thought I’d enjoy watching a woman sleeping in my bed, but I could watch Heaven sleep all day even with her hair fucked up from last night and her slight snoring.
