I press her thighs wide and bring my lips as close as I can get to her pussy without touching her. I just want to breathe her in.
“Jack,” she whimpers. “Please, Jack. Make me come.”
I groan. She’s never begged me like that. I’ve always known I was lucky, but now I’m sure I’m the luckiest man who ever lived.
“I’m not deliberately tormenting you. I just want it all to last forever.”
She arches her back, pushing herself onto my tongue and she sighs with relief.
She’s lush and ripe and wet and I bury myself in her, licking and sucking. I want to take all her sounds and bottle them so I can play them whenever I want, but then I realize, I don’t have to. I don’t have to think about not being with her, because I will always be with her. I’ll always be able to taste her. I’m going to make her come on my tongue every fucking day for the rest of our lives.
She pulses against my tongue, her clit swollen and needy, her folds engorged and ready. It hasn’t taken long to take her to the edge like this.
“I love you,” she calls out and I growl into her pussy and her entire body vibrates as if my sounds are carried into her body, her soul and push her off the edge into bliss.
I lap at her softly as she floats back down to earth, wanting her clean. Wanting her fresh for what comes next.
I stand and strip off, but I can’t take my eyes from her. She’s splayed out across the mattress, her chest still heaving at the effort of orgasming on my tongue. She looks wonderous. A vision. A goddamn goddess.
I have to be inside her.
I glance around, trying to figure out where my wallet is.
“No,” she whimpers from the bed. “No condom, Jack. I want you bare inside me. Nothing between us.”
I have to steady my breathing. I have to try and block out what she’s saying. If I don’t, I’m going to come standing here in front of her.
I close my eyes. And block out the sounds of her. The slightest thing will push me over this cliff edge I find myself on.
I fist my hands and take a deep breath. My vision blurs. All I want to do is fuck this woman in front of me. Fuck her until neither of us have the energy to do anything but lie in each other’s arms. Fuck until we’re old and gray and the world has collapsed around us.
I open my eyes and she’s propped up on her elbows looking at me.
She reaches out her hand. I step closer and crawl up her body. The heat of her skin makes me feel like I’ve come home.
She’s home.
She’s all I’ve ever wanted and I never knew it.
If all the money, my name, the status, the charities—if everything disappears tomorrow, it doesn’t matter because I have Iris.
I cage her with my arms. We’re face-to-face, body-to-body. She slides her legs wide, my erection pressing against her mound.
Her throat bobs, like she’s anxious. But I don’t want her to be.
“What’s wrong?” I ask
She shakes her head. “Nothing… it’s just…” She stops.
“What?”
“I know you’ll propose and we’ll get married in front of our family somewhere?—”
“In Star Falls,” I say. “It has to be here.”
She smiles. “In Star Falls. And I know I’ll have the best time and everyone else will think, oh they’re married now. Now they’re husband and wife… but?—”
“But this, now, this is our ceremony.” I finish her sentence for her. “This is our union.”
