When she came, she shattered beautifully, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subsided, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs while she came back to herself.
I crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on my lips. “That was just the beginning,” I promised.
She smiled against my mouth, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. “Then stop talking and show me what else you’ve got.”
I laughed, the sound rough with desire. “Yes, ma’am.”
I reached for the nightstand knowing the condoms were still there. I grabbed one and rolled it on quickly, my hands shaking slightly with anticipation.
When I finally pushed inside her, we both groaned. She was so tight, so absolutely perfect. The way she wrapped her legs around my waist made me see stars.
“You feel amazing,” I said, burying my face in her neck as I started to move.
She clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders. I set a slow, deep rhythm. I wanted to make it last. I had everyintention of memorizing every sensation and every sound she made. I was going to imprint myself on her.
But she had other ideas. She rolled us over, taking control, riding me with a confidence that was incredibly sexy. I gripped her hips, watching her move above me with her hair falling around her face. Her breasts bounced with each movement.
“God, Sylvie,” I groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
She leaned down to kiss me, her grinding becoming more urgent. “Then we’ll die together.”
I felt my control slipping, the pleasure building at the base of my spine. I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb, and felt her clench around me in response.
“Come for me,” I urged. “I want to feel you.”
She threw her head back, her body tensing, and then she was coming again, her inner muscles gripping me so tightly I couldn’t hold back anymore. I followed her over the edge, my vision whiting out as the orgasm crashed through me.
She collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we came down from the high.
“I love you,” I whispered into her hair.
“I love you too,” she replied, pressing a kiss to my chest.
We lay there, our bodies still tangled together, neither of us ready to move. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this content, this at peace.
This was what I’d been missing my entire life. Not the sex, though that had been incredible. But the intimacy and connection. I loved the sense of belonging with another person.
Eventually, we cleaned up and crawled under the covers, her body curving perfectly into mine as I spooned her from behind. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her shampoo mixed with the lingering smell of sex.
“What happens now?” she asked quietly.
“Now we figure it out together,” I said.
“And your family?”
I thought about my father, about the disappointment and anger that would come when I told him what I had done. The thought should have terrified me, but lying here with Sylvie, I found I didn’t care.
“They’ll either accept it, or they won’t,” I said. “Either way, I’m not changing my mind. This is where I want to be.”
She turned in my arms to face me, her eyes searching mine in the dim light. “You’re really sure about this? About giving up everything you’ve built in New York?”
“I’m not giving up anything that matters,” I said, cupping her face. “I’m gaining everything that does. Besides, I didn’t build shit in New York. I’ve been a bum, which is why my dad gave me the ultimatum to begin with.”
“How so?” she asked.
“How so what?”
“Your bum lifestyle.” She laughed. “What does that look like?”
