“I love you, too,” I finally admit, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I’m not sure when it happened, Dak. But I fell for you. Hard. And... and I don’t want a life without you in it. Whatever that life looks like.”
His exhale is a ragged sound of relief, his arms wrapping around me tightly. His love, it’s like a beacon in the night, pulling me in. We’re drawn to each other, not just by love, but by a deep-seated need, an understanding of one another that transcends words.
“I love you, Katrina,” he murmurs into my hair, holding me as if I’m his lifeline. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
He walks me backward into my apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot. He then suddenly picks me up in his arms and carries me to my bedroom. I must need this man desperately, because I don’t even care that my room is a wreck. He simply slides the pile of dirty clothes on the bed to the floor and carefully lays me down on the disheveled sheets.
As soon as I hit the bed, he is on me like a predator, his lips crashing onto mine in a heated kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, my tongue doing a seductive dance with his.
He breaks the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses along my jawline, nipping at my earlobe and then down my neck. I’m already panting and writhing beneath him, my body aching for his touch.
“You haven’t been giving my pussy away, have you, Doc?” he asks with a possessive growl.
“How could I give away something that only belongs to you?” I counter.
He slides his hand underneath my shirt, cupping my breast and kneading it gently, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat. His other hand trails down my stomach, his fingers dipping into the waistband of my leggings.
Before I can even catch my breath, he has stripped me of my clothes and is exploring every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. I arch my back, pressing my breasts into his face, as he licks and sucks my nipples with fervor, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes, that feels so good, Dak. I’ve missed you so much.”
He moves down my body, his tongue tracing circles around my belly button, lower still, as he spreads my legs and dives between them. His tongue is hot and insistent, teasing and exploring every inch of my folds until I’m writhing and moaning beneath him.
I reach down to grab his hair, which is in a tight bun, pulling him in closer, as he brings me to the brink of orgasm quickly. Ruthlessly, he stops, leaving me right at the precipice.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me, Katrina.”
“I promise.”
“Promise me we’ll talk through anything.”
“We will.”
“I can’t ever be apart from you again.”
“Agreed.”
“Now ask for what you want from me.”
“Can you please make me come now, dirty Dak?” I grin.
“It would be my absolute fucking pleasure.”
Finally, with a few last flicks of his tongue, I shatter into a million pieces, screaming his name as I come undone.
He crawls up my body, his lips meeting mine once again, our tongues entwining as we kiss. I taste the saltiness of my release as he slides inside of me, his thrusts slow and purposeful, as we rock together in perfect harmony.
“Damn you feel just like I remembered, baby. Better than I remembered,” he groans.
I mew in extreme pleasure when he flips me over on all fours and enters me from behind. It’s one of my favorite positions because I get to feel every inch of his big dick pounding me into submission.
“Oh. My. God.” I plead with each thrust inside of my pussy.
My legs are feeling like noodles when Dak changes the position again. Sitting up, he sets me on his lap and I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him in as close as possible, as I ride him until both of our simultaneous completions.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me raw.”
When we’re both spent, we collapse in a heap on the bed, our bodies tangled together in a sweaty but blissful embrace. I can feel his heart beating against mine, and I know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful life with a beautiful man.
