My cock pulses. Hearing Pippa say my name never gets old. “That’s right. All this is for me.”
“Yes,” she moans as she lowers her hips, letting me enter her. “Yes, Ryan. I’m all yours.”
The words punch the air from my lungs. I know this time she doesn’t mean in this moment. She doesn’t just meantoday. She means forever.
I dig my fingers into her hips, fighting the urge to slam up into her.
“Say it again,” I grit out, my voice shredded, but I don’t care. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Ryan Archer.I’ve always been yours.”
My throat tightens and I jerk her face to mine, needing to feel her lips on mine. Needing her to close her eyes so she can’t see mine shattering.
When our lips part, Pippa braces herself on my chest, her fingers digging into my skin. She hisses at the stretch as her pussy slides down my cock, pausing halfway. I rub soothing circles on her hips with my thumbs.
“I know, it’s harder to take me like this.”
Pippa nods, closing her eyes and letting out a breath like she needs my encouragement to go further.
“That’s it,” I grit out at the hot squeeze of her against my shaft. “You’re doing so well.”
She sinks another couple inches lower.
“You don’t have to rush, Pips.” I move my hands slowly up her sides, feeling the goosebumps rising on her skin. “I’m happy just to sit here and stare up at you. Because fuck, the view is perfect.” She sinks down another half inch, and I cup her breasts in my hands. They fill my palms beautifully. “I could die happy if this is the last image I get to see…these perfect fucking tits,this body, your cherry red lips hanging open when you gasp for breath. Your eyes…fuck, those eyes…”
I pinch her nipples and she throws her head back as she tries to handle all the sensation. She slides down slowly until her hips are finally flush with mine. We both groan at the feeling, and she smiles down at me. Her lipstick is a little smudged, her hair definitely wild, but she looks so exquisite that breathing feels hard.
“You know this is it for me, right?” The confession slips out before I can stop it, raw and unpolished. “I can’t believe I get to keep you.”
“I know,” she whispers, cupping my face in her hand. “I can’t really believe it either.”
“Well you better start.”
She grinds her hips against me, sending molten heat through my limbs. “Because I’mneverfucking letting you go again.”
We can’t stop grinning at each other as she rides me, slow and shallow, like she can’t bear not to be full of me for longer than a few seconds. It feels unreal, but I’ve never been surer. We’re endgame, Pippa and me. Always have been, I was just too much of an idiot to see it sooner.
I move my thumb to her clit and press lightly against it, not giving her too much pressure this time. There’s no rush to make her come. I’m resolved to wait for her, no matter how difficult. I’ll come right after she does. No more games.
“Ryan,” she whimpers, cresting the wave as I revel in the sight of her falling apart.
“Yes, baby. Chase it. Take what you want.”
“Oh god.”
“Fuck, Pippa.”
My grip on her tightens and she combusts against me.
“Ryan!” She screams out my name when she comes, and I yell hers, sucked into her undertow, pouring into her as she rides me, milking out every drop of my release as I bear my teeth.
When my face slackens, she falls against me, burrowing her face into the crook of my neck as she pants.
I press my lips to her damp hair, my own chest still heaving as I wrap my arms around her, and realize that this time, I can hold her for as long as I want.
EPILOGUE
PIPPA
