His thumb stroked away tears that I hadn't realized had fallen. My hand came up to cover his. "I want all yours, too." My eyes fell on the folded letter. "But your family –"
"You're my family now. I'll always love them—even Sarah—and I'll always make room for them if they want it. But you'll always come first." He bent to brush a soft kiss on my lips. "Say you'll be mine, too."
Was there a better view than watching your woman ride you? The way her body rose and fell, her small hands scraping against my chest. Or grasping her breasts, pinching her nipples asher little brow furrowed in concentration. The way her breathy moans floated freely from her pouty lips, growing deeper and louder the closer she got to her release. The sight of her pretty pussy lips as they encased my hard cock. The way I could see her juices coating my dick as she moved like a graceful wanton siren on top of me.
No view in the world could rival what I was seeing.
I grunted as I grabbed her waist, squeezing my fingers against her flesh. She liked it when I left bruises. It made my little nympho even more horny to discover just how desperately I wanted her. And I did. Forever. If she'd let me.
My hands cupped her ass, and I jerked her body up and down, pistoning my hips up. Her hands flew to my shoulders as she bent over me. She wasn't the only one that liked to be squeezed. Whether it was her soft thighs tightening over my head as I ate her out or her mouth sucking me like a vacuum. Or pushing my shoulders against the bed as she rode herself to orgasm.
I watched her tits bounce as I grunted towards my own release. "Come for me, baby," I groaned. "Let me feel your cum."
Her face crumbled as she threw her head back. Pleasure washed over her as she moaned loud and long, her face pinkening further. A tingle started throbbing at the base of my spine. I was close, but I continued to watch my girl come all over my dick. When I felt her wetness drip down my cock, it was that feeling that triggered my own release.
My toes curled as I groaned harshly, calling her name out as my cum coated her. Fucking without a condom felt incredible, even more so because it was Maria's sweet pussy I was feeling. I'd never gone bare with any woman who'd shared my bed the past few years. Never wanted to. Until Maria.
She collapsed on top of me, her breath sawing in and out, matching the rhythm of my harsh breaths. I kissed her sweat-lined forehead before closing my eyes and holding her tighter.
Chapter 45
Maria
TWO WEEKS LATER
"Can I ask you something?"
My ass was perched on my kitchen stool, watching Brian as he poured me a glass of wine. It was the same spot where I'd watched him cook me a juicy burger and homemade fries. I could get used to having someone cater to me for once.
Not that he wasn't getting a good deal out of it, too. I eyed the very noticeable love bite I'd placed on his neck, just above his collarbone. He'd grinned when he spied it in my bathroom mirror and then proceeded to give me a matching one. My skin still tingled from his lips.
"Of course, babe." He slid my wine towards me before leaning over the counter to plant a lingering kiss on my lips, leaving behind a soft, satisfied smile.
I loved it when he did that. It was as if he couldn't go two minutes without touching me in some way. And it wasn't alwayssexual. It was the way he caressed my hip as he moved past me or automatically grasped my hand whenever we were out; his hand on my knee when he drove or the way he brushed a quick kiss on me…just because. He still texted me throughout the day—because there was no need for good morning or good night texts now, not when he was spending most nights at my place or me at his. It was just nice to know that he missed me, even if we were only apart for a few hours.
Bit by bit, he started restoring my trust. The small romantic touches and acts of love rebuilt something I hadn't realized was so broken inside me.
Going through therapy and learning about myself restored my self-esteem and my self-worth. Cultivating friendships—realfriendships with genuine people whom I trusted and respected—healed that lonely girl who'd never experienced a supportive group of friends who called you out on your shit but also uplifted and supported you. My career was important to me, and I'd rediscovered that zest for my profession that had waned over the last couple of years. I was excited about my future.
All of that would've been enough for me. I knew that now. I knew my worth, which wasn't exclusively found in a man. Brian was right when he told me I didn't need him. I didn't need the love or approval of men.
The difference was, Iwantedthe love and approval ofthisman.
Brian enhanced and improved my life. He encouraged me and challenged me to be a better person, friend, employer, and girlfriend. He didn't judge my past. He listened to me and wanted to know about my day, even if his eyes glazed over when I started talking about color palettes and hair textures. He was by far the healthiest relationship I'd ever been in. Even at my lowest set bar, he rose it 10 feet higher and jumped over it.
"Babe?" The stroke of his fingers against my cheek brought me out of my daydream. His warm eyes met mine, amusement dancing in them. "You were saying?"
I gave him a sheepish grin. "Sorry."
I quickly sobered as I thought of what I wanted to say and how to bring it up. Over the last week, I'd started thinking a lot about the letter Hannah left for Brian. One section stood out to me and started to nag in my mind. It was something Brian had mentioned to me and, at the time, it bothered me a little but I'd soon forgotten about it. Hannah's letter brought it all to the surface again, and I needed to know where Brian's mindset was at.
"Hannah's letter…" I started slowly. Brian's curious eyes were soft as he patiently waited.
"I know you're not happy here and that you always planned to move back to New York. I have to agree with her sentiment in the letter: I want you to be happy. Does this mean you'll be going back to New York?"
I couldn't keep the unease out of my voice. I didn't mind if he wanted to go back; we could make it work. But a part of me, selfishly, wanted him to stay. Not forever, of course, but I kept having this awful vision of Brian closing down his business and hightailing it out of here now that he had Hannah's approval, ridding him of any guilt.
Quietly, Brian moved around the table. His hands cupped my neck before his fingers pushed into my hair. He gently kissed the tip of my nose and forehead before gently brushing my mouth.
