“I belong here,” he proclaimed, pushing deeper inside me as his body approached the brink of an orgasm.
“I feel you. Every inch,” I gasped, bucking my hips into his, bringing the rhythm of our bodies to a faster pace until reaching the tipping point.
“Come, sweetheart. Let yourself go,” Alistair moaned, his hard length prodding my most sensitive spot.
“I’m coming, Scotty.” I felt the orgasmic waves of lust rise.
He bit my left nipple, claiming victory over my body as I arched my back, screaming his name. My sex contracted, pulling his cock into a torrid tightness. His body paused and stiffened before ramming harder into me at jet speed, working every muscle, from his shoulders to his buttocks.
“Vera!” he shouted, releasing his hot tension. He let out one last grunt, relaxing his shoulders as his sweat-slicked body collapsed into mine. What we made that night was soul-shaking love more powerful than the darkness that threatened me months ago.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Alistair’s deep voice resonated into my ear while the scent of roasted coffee infiltrated my nostrils.
“Mmm, do I smell something delicious?” I asked, waking from deep slumber after an energetic night of passion.
I opened my eyes to my lover’s face, which reflected the serene and playful mood of Chopin’sNocturne in E Flat Majorin the background. The legato melody connected with the rhythm and pace of his fingers as they played with the outline of my curves. The bedroom air’s coolness contrasted with the blond sunlight shining from the windows, highlighting a sprinkling of freckles on Alistair’s tanned, smooth shoulders.
“Here you go,” he said, offering a warm cup of the dark, rich drink. “It’s a fine Italian roast.”
“I love the drink, but I’d choose you over coffee.” I grinned, inhaling Alistair’s musk while kissing his shoulder.
He sipped his coffee before placing it on the bedside table. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he replied with a wink and a grin.
We stayed tangled in sheets, coffee cooling between us. I traced lazy circles on his chest, watching the morning light catch the stubble on his jaw.
“Your parents seem nice,” I said.
He gave a crooked smile. “They have their moments. My mom was relentless, though. Especially after I was diagnosed with ADHD as a child.”
I rolled onto my side, propping my chin on my palm. “What was that like?”
He hesitated, glancing at the ceiling. “Rough. I was the weird kid. Couldn’t sit still, couldn’t focus. The teachers complained. Kids at school.” His mouth twisted. “They called me a freak. Didn’t help that I was tiny. I shot up, finally, but not until after finishing high school.”
Without thinking, I reached for his hand and squeezed it. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged, trying for nonchalance, but I saw the old wound flicker in his eyes. He squeezed my fingers in return. “What about your parents?”
A shadow crossed my face. “My dad died when I was little. I barely remember him. My mom worked two jobs just to keep us afloat, and my brother. He basically became Dad. Except he was a total hard-ass about it.” I tried to laugh, but it came out brittle.
Alistair shifted closer, tucking me against his side. “That sounds lonely.”
“It was. Sometimes I still feel like that lost little girl.” The words surprised me, hanging raw between us.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, holding me tight. “Not anymore. Not with me.”
We paused for a moment while I admired his angel eyes. They smiled at me before hovering over the peaks of my breasts, then gazing at my abdomen. “Vera, sex with you isn’t about making a child. It’s about being close to the woman I love. These scars you bear are the scars I wear,” he said, lowering his lips on each faint wound mark.
“Your scars are mine too. Scotty?”
“Hmm?” Alistair gave me a lazy smile.
“We may not have to worry about having children.”
“Vera, I’m very sorry about the things I said in New York. I’d take those words back if I could. I would do anything for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Children or no children, money or no money, for all you know, the world may turn upside down. Whatever comes our way, I know one thing for sure. I want a life with you.”
