“Duncan?” I whisper.
“You’re home.”
“What are you doing?”
“Fell asleep watching the game.”
A light flickers on, and he blinks at me with sleepy green eyes that take my breath away. His hair is mushed on one side and there’s a line across his stubbled cheek from one of the throw pillows.
“You are too perfect for words,” I whisper.
He rubs the line on his cheek and smiles at me. “Says the most gorgeous woman in the world.”
I hold out a hand. “I’m going to bed. You coming?”
For a guy who’s sounded exhausted every time I’ve seen him or talked to him on the phone for the past month, he’sremarkably quick at tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me to my bedroom. He strips me out of my polo and slacks and bra and panties and shoes and socks—not in that order—while kissing and licking and stroking every exposed inch of my skin.
“I missed this nipple.” He sucks on one of my breasts while I stand between his knees at the edge of the bed. “And this one too,” he adds, switching to the other, while his hands roam my ass, tracing the line of my butt crack, teasing the curls hiding my pussy.
He pushes me onto my back on the bed, spreads my legs, and does new tricks with his tongue on my clit while sliding his fingers in and out of my vagina, making my hips buck off the bed when I come.
I see fireworks.
My heart nearly bursts.
And I push him onto his back, straddle him, and take his thick, hard cock deep inside of me, my swollen, satisfied flesh giving way to desperate need once again as I ride him.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He keeps saying it.
And the tears are coming again.
Not from fear.
But from belief.
I believe him. He makes me feel beautiful. Cherished. Worshipped.
He rolls my nipples between his finger and thumb as that hot spiral of pending release builds inside me again.
“I love watching you come,” he says while making love to me.
“You’re so strong and it’s fucking beautiful,” he says.
“God, I love your breasts.”
“Your pussy is so hot and slick and perfect.”
“Ride me harder, Addie. Ride me harder.”
“Yes, my angel. That’s it, baby. Right there. Fuck, yes, right there.”
His voice fills my soul, and that aching need between my thighs keeps growing, tighter and hotter and wetter, until he’s panting through all of his praise, the cords in his neck straining.
“Come for me, Addie. Come for me now.”
My body obeys, and if I thought my first orgasm was fireworks, this one is supernova.
My pussy clenches so hard around his cock that I feel it all the way down my thighs and up into the pit of my stomach. The spasms overtake everything, and I strain into the feeling, sitting high on him while he grinds his pelvis into mine, groaning out his release with my name on his lips, his cock pulsating hard and thick inside me.
