“Nuh uh, you were going to take this away from me, so now you have to be patient and let me savor what’s mine.”
Lola’s legs hook around my shoulders. “I don’t know if you noticed but I never really got the hang of the whole patience thing. I need you inside me, Roman.”
She tries to drag me up with her heels, so I swat my hand against her bare ass and bite down on her thigh.
“Behave.” My cock is so hard it hurts but I make her wait so she knows exactly who’s in control here. That she doesn’t get to give up on us, onherself, just because she’s scared.
I nip and lick and suck on her clit until her heels dig into my shoulder blades and she cries out my name. Her release is sweet and tart on my tongue and I lap her up before running my cock through her folds, her pussy soft velvet against my hard length.
I notch myself at her entrance then lift up so I can take her mouth as I drive into her still pulsing cunt.
Her aftershocks squeeze around me, holding me hostage exactly where I’m meant to be. I drop my hand between us, tracing my fingers over where we join. “Fuck, Lola, I can feel you clenching my cock, your lips all puffy and swollen as I fuck you.”
Lola moans.
“You’re going to let me take you like this every day, aren’t you, Firebird? So I can remind you that you’re mine and this is exactly where you belong. In bed, being fucked by me.”
Lola rakes her fingers down the back of my neck. “Only if you’re mine too.”
“Always,” I vow, thrusting in deeper and making Lola’s mouth part.
I rock into her, steady and slow, each stroke rising the tension. Our gazes stay locked together as we climb higher and higher.
This woman ruins me.
She’s inked on my skin. Stained on my lips. Her heart beating in mine.
When we shatter, we shatter together.
“I love you, Firebird,” I say as we catch our breath.
“I love you too. Until my heart stops beating and then a little longer because I’m stubborn like that.”
I laugh, even though the idea of her heart stopping has mine beating erratically. I brush the terror away and focus on the now. This is just the beginning for us and if I have anything to do with it, Lola’s heart will keep beating for eternity.
I stamp a kiss on her lips and carry her to the bathroom. The shower’s too small for the both of us but we make it work. She’s got to get the shop ready to open up so I resist the urge to take her again pressed up against the tiles, but I can’t stop myself from littering kisses over the white ink tattoos on her side, tracing their path with my fingers until she’s trembling.
Afterwards, while Lola puts on her makeup, I duck back into the bedroom and take out the box I stowed under the bed.
The ribbon is still in place. I put the present on the bed and wait for Lola.
Her eyes lock on me, where I’m sitting with one leg bent on the bed, my shirt unbuttoned, but then her gaze drops to the box and her hands fall from where she was tying up her hair.
“You got me a present?”
“Happy Shop Opening Day.” I run my hand over the shadow on my jaw as she kneels on the bed and draws the box towards her. My chest aches and I feel like I’m ten years old asking a girl to go to the dance with me.
Lola takes the lid off the box and her hand flutters to her mouth.
“I can get you something else,” I say, suddenly doubting my gift-giving abilities.
“Don’t you dare.” Her fingers tremble as she reaches into the box and lifts out the faded blue whale. She strokes the well-worn soft toy, tears glistening in her eyes. “How did you even…”
“I found him in the bin. You loved Spout. I wasn’t about to let you throw him away. He’s been living in my reading nook for the last six years.”
Lola strokes her thumb over Spout’s nose. “I can’t believe you kept him this whole time.” She sniffs and squeezes the whale to her chest before launching into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. When she draws back her eyes find mine and she cups my face in her palm. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
Light plays inside of me as I hum. “You know I’m not sure you have, you better show me instead.”
