Gripping his jaw with my free hand, I kissed Sky with everything I had. We’d joked about a proposal, but one of the many things that had changed in the last six months was that the idea of spending forever with Skylar no longer terrified me. It wasn’t just that I was burning up to make love to him properly; itwas that he made every aspect of my life better, merely by being himself. He made me better.
As we kissed, I nudged against his entrance, taking in how his body loved every second of this. As responsive as he always been, he wasn’t the only one seeing something new tonight. Of course, Sky had been understanding with my physical limitations, but I’d always suspected he liked it when I took control. Letting him and the rest of my loved ones batter me into getting the surgery meant I could, among other things, enjoy him the way I was always meant to.
Sliding inside of his hot, tight body, I had to pause, nearly losing it before we’d even begun.
“God, I love you,” I said, kissing him as I slowly began to pump my hips.
He wrapped his legs around me, returning the kiss. “I love you so much.”
The sparkle in his eyes was more brilliant than I’d ever seen before. We made love like that, holding each other, looking deeply into each other’s eyes, his hips rising to meet my downward thrusts, moving in time with one another as we never had before.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I confessed, my chest constricting. How could someone be so beautiful?
“Neither did I,” he responded, a single tear spilling down his cheek.
I thumbed it away, kissing him as pleasure, ecstasy, and loved rolled down my spine. I sped up, and he threw his head back, his mouth open as his body tensed. Warmth spilled between us as he came, and I chased after him, finally letting loose, filling him as he completed me.
After we cleaned up, he changed into a sexy little negligee, and we snuggled up on the bed in front of the fire, watching the flames dance as we held each other. In our own little cocoon,away from the world. It was hard to remember how afraid I’d once been to be seen with him.
“I’m so proud to be with you,” I said, nosing into his hair, gripping his body tight to mine.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said, sincerity shining out of his eyes as he traced his lipstick prints down my neck.
How I’d ever gotten so lucky, I’d never know. But I’d spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.
Skylar
SIX MONTHS LATER
This last year had been a whirlwind. I launched a new business, my friends started getting married and having kids, and I fell in love with a straight man. Then moved in with him.
I’d be lying if I’d said I hadn’t been a little nervous to move in with Kit. I loved him more than anything, but I wasn’t sure if our different personalities would mesh living on top of each other twenty-four-seven.
As it turned out, I needn’t have worried. Yes, Kit was set in his ways, and a neat freak, but he was also kind and thoughtful. We needed to work out a few things between us, namely that our dynamic was that of boyfriends and partners, not sugar baby and sugar daddy. This was tricky because he loved being generous, and I loved receiving gifts, but it could sometimes feel like one of my previous arrangements if we weren’t careful.
So, we were careful.
“I like buying you expensive, sexy things because I like seeing you in them, and then I like taking you out of them. This is not transactional, and you don’t ever have to wear them if you’re notin the mood to. I’m doing this because I’m selfish, not because I think I have any control over you. Promise,” he said, kissing away my tears the one time I got it wrong in my head.
And as much as he loved showering me with gifts, it wasn’t one of those toxic love bomb things, either. He’d been slow to come around and give in to this thing between us, and nothing he ever did was about obligating me to stay in his presence. He was simply thoughtful, and I soon saw how he was that way with everyone else, too.
Similarly, as hot as our sex life was—and it washot—it had nothing to do with the gifts he gave me, and everything to do with that fantastic, enormous heart of his.
Also, his big cock.
“I’m beginning to think you only love me for my body,” he’d sometimes joke.
“It’s true,” I’d joke back, and then he’d make love to me like he couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
Just like our relationship, my business had grown in leaps and bounds. I recently hired two additional nurse practitioners to keep up with the demand, and Dr. Kleinfeld adjusted her hours so she could join us a few times a month to handle some of the more difficult cases.
Today, though, Kit and I were making our way up the California coast. I’d mentioned offhandedly a few months ago how much I loved California wines, and Kit surprised me with tickets for our one-year anniversary. Yesterday we spent the morning in Muir Woods, and the afternoon at a lovely Sonoma winery. This morning, we held hands as we drove up the Pacific Coast Highway, stopping to take pictures and, once, for a furtive hand job after a particularly spectacular view.
Kit had been coy with the details, so when he pulled into the driveway of a fantastic cliff side home, my hand went to my mouth. I’d never seen such a beautiful place before.
“You like it?”
“I love it,” I breathed out, emotion swelling in my chest. “I couldn’t have picked a more magical, perfect location.”
