He stepped out of them as she slid the shirt down his arms and off. They were both naked, flesh pressed against flesh, the moon their only witness. With one arm around his neck, she slid her palm down his chest, smiling as he quivered when she took his cock in her hand, stroking it as she watched him, the pleasure in her eyes inflaming him. Wanting the moment to last, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand away. She went with him when he lowered himself to sit on the cool grass, straddling him as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing soft, wet kisses along her jawline, neck, collar bone. She pushed her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back, taking his lips with hers in a long, drugging kiss.
When she shifted he could feel the head of his cock pressing against her and he thought he would shatter when she leaned back a little to watch him as she lowered herself onto him, sighing at the pure, hot pleasure of him filling her. With her fingers linked behind his neck she leaned back further, sighing in delight when he moved his hands to cover her breasts, kneading and squeezing, toying with her nipples. She moaned softly, taking him furtherinside her as she increased the rhythm of her hips. Needing to kiss her again, William pulled her close, kissed her deeply. As the pressure increased, as the heat built, she draped her arm across his shoulders and with her other hand, cupped his cheek.
“William,” she said softly as she moved faster on him. “William, oh god.” She dropped her forehead on his as she let her body go, grinding her hips on him faster and faster. He held back until she climaxed, convulsing around him, then his arms tightening around her, holding her still as he exploded inside her in pure ecstasy. He kept still when, breathless, her heart thumping hard against her rib cage, she rested her head on his shoulder.
As their heart rates slowed and they got their breath back, Juniper lifted her head to look at him in the moonlight, reaching up to brush his hair back from his forehead tenderly.
“I love you,” they said at the same time, and they smiled. She kissed him. “Say it again,” she said softly, her eyes glowing.
“I love you.” Nothing had ever felt so right.
“I love you, too.” She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face against his neck.
He ran his hands gently up and down her back. “Do you want to know when I knew?”
“This morning at breakfast.”
He laughed softly. “How did you know?”
“Because you were looking at me funny, but something in your eyes was mirroring how I was feeling. I realized last night, when I heard you with Billy.”
“Oh, you were awake, were you?”
“Yes, it was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” She lifted her head and looked at him. “I mean, if a woman can’t love a man who tells her kid he has a scratchy butt, the world is lost, no?”
He laughed then, pushing his fingers into her hair and pulling her to him for a long, lingering kiss. “Christ, I adore you.”
“Ditto.”
“Can you stay the night?”
“Yes, but I forgot to bring an overnight bag.” She shifted off him and rose to her feet, reaching for her dress.
“I notice you forgot to wear underwear, too.”
She grinned. “Oh no, that was deliberate.” She slipped the dress over her head as he pulled his pants on before they headed inside.
“Have you eaten?”
“No, but you’d better not offer me spaghetti toasties.” She said, following him to the kitchen.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, looking through the pantry cupboard and pulling out a foil pouch of fresh vegetable soup. “This, with toast?”
“Perfect.” She boosted up to sit on the bench while he made dinner. With the soup warming on the stove and the bread in the toaster, he turned and leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, looking across the kitchen at her.
God, she was a miracle, sitting in his kitchen, swinging her legs, her fingers linked loosely, resting in her lap. Smiling her beautiful smile. “I love you.” The words felt perfect on his lips, perfect in his heart. Her eyes glowed, warming him.
“I love you.”
“I want you to meet my family.”
A look flickered across her face, quickly smothered and hard to read.
“I know they’ll love you, but I don’t want to pressure you,” he reassured her.
She took a deep breath. “Okay.” Her fingers clenched and he could see the knuckles whiten.
He moved across the kitchen, cupping her face in his hands and brushing his lips across hers. “There’s nothing to be anxious about, I promise you.”
