“You’re creating a wet spot on my jeans,” he said, low, in my ear before biting my earlobe. “Do you know how sexy that is?”
My teeth chattered from the abiding, unforgiving tremble that flew through every ounce of my body.
“Are you going to come in my lap?”
Smack!
“Ohhh...” My hips raised higher, seeking out more of the burning punishment he delivered.
“Oh, God.” I groaned and mewled like a horny cat when he peppered my backside with smacks. He alternated between light and harsh. The stinging soon transformed into a deep warmth that spread throughout every limb of my body.
I came so fast I didn’t have time to prepare for it. For one harmonious moment, everything went black at the edges of my vision. There was nothing but pure bliss, filled with irreplaceable love.
“I love you,” I panted out loud when I finally got my senses together enough to speak again.
He moved us to the center of the bed. I lay on my back with him hovering above me.
The smile on Don’s face was magical. My heart tore open even more. The love I already felt for him burrowed itself just a little bit deeper into my heart.
“I wanna hear you say that every night before we go to bed and every morning,” he said as he began pulling my panties down my legs.
I sat up and moved to push him on his back so that I could straddle him. I pulled him free from his jeans, fisting as much of him as I could.
“As long as I hear it from you too.”
He sat up on his elbows and cupped the back of my head. “I love you, Jocelyn. With everything that I am. I’m yours.”
He brought our lips together.
I tightened the hold I had on his shaft. He groaned, and I almost came again.
I grabbed a condom from the top drawer of my nightstand before moving to hover directly over his length. Instead of sheathing him immediately, I used the head of his cock to rub against my clit.
“Shit.” His voice was so guttural and strained it made my nipples ache.
I tossed my head backward, continuing to massage my sensitive spot with his member. Trembles coursed through me like the tiny rumblings of the warning of an earthquake.
Sure enough, the small shudders morphed into earth-shattering convulsions as my second orgasm ripped through me.
Don immediately took over. He yanked the condom from my hand and sheathed himself, somehow, at the same time, and rolled us so that I was on my back again.
“Do you know how fucking much I love to watch you get off on my cock?” he asked against my lips.
I couldn’t answer because my voice gave out when he thrust himself inside me. We panted against one another’s mouths, declaring our love and destroying the sheets on my bed.
Hours later, we lay there, spent, still breathless and surrounded by the joyous haze of being honest about our feelings.
“What are you grinning about?” Don asked, snuggling deeper into his hold around my shoulders while I laid half across his chest.
“You said you want to buy a house and have kids and marriage.”
“Did not—ouch,” he grunted when I punched his arm. He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “I didn’t just say it, babe. I meant every word of it. The only reason I haven’t gone ring shopping yet is because of this fucking arsonist on the loose, and your ass was running scared.”
“I wasn’t.”
He gave me a look, and I withered.
“Well, I’m not anymore,” I declared.
