“You, Prudence Welch, are my first, in so, so many ways,” I say, rolling onto my back and dragging her over to sit on top of me. She sits on my abdomen, her bent knees pressing in on either side of my chest. I run my hands up and down her thighs, admiring her from this angle. “In all the ways that matter,” I tell her. “My first love. My first girlfriend.”
“Well, you haven’t asked me that, yet.”
I roll my eyes, smiling at her mischievous expression. “Prudence, will youpleasebe my girlfriend?”
“Hmm…” she says, her teeth piercing her bottom lip. “I should probably think about it…” she teases, a soft smirk tugging at her lips. I reach for her hips and lift her up, placing her onto my lap. She grinds herself against my dick, her thighstwitching as if she can’t help herself. “Okay, I thought about it,” she says, breathlessly. “Yes, I will.”
“Good girl,” I say, licking my fingers before reaching between us. I run my hand over my cock to wet it, then press the tip to her entrance before I pause, my eyes searching hers. “You’re sure you want me like this? We can—”
“Yes,” she interrupts, “I’m sure. I trust you, Milo.”
With that, I sink into her. Or, rather, she sinks down on top of me. And the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, having her bare. It’s fucking euphoric, better than anything I’ve ever known.
I sit up underneath her, bringing my mouth to hers. We kiss passionately as tensions build, my hands held tightly on her hips, guiding her movements as her hands hold reverently on my neck and jaw.
When she starts to tremble and she loses her rhythm, I thrust into her from below. She chants my name, gripping on to my shoulders as I lift my hips in time with her cries. I groan as she falls over the edge of bliss, her inner muscles tightening around me and making me come in time with her before I can even process howgoodit feels to feel all of it.
After, she collapses onto my chest. I stroke my hands up and down her back while she catches her breath, telling her over and over again how much I love her.
When she’s settled, I pull out and roll her softly onto the mattress. “I’ll be right back,” I say before placing a kiss onto her forehead. She’s so satiated and relaxed, I don’t even know if she heard me. A sick part of melovesthat. That she’s full of my come, probably dripping with it by now, but comfortable enough to drift off to sleep.
I fetch a washcloth from her bathroom cupboard, run it under warm water, and then bring it back with me to the loft. After cleaning her off, I get back into bed and lift her into my arms.
We kiss again before she mumbles something that sounds a little bit liketime to sleep.Even still, I speak out loud. Telling her how grateful I am to be here with her. How lucky I am for my brother’s summoning, a windy morning, and the missing shop sign that led me her way.
And half an hour later, just as I’m about to join her in sleep, she stirs, lifting her face up off my chest as her tired eyes find mine.
“Hi, Killer,” I whisper, brushing the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
“Hi, gorgeous,” she says, pressing the corner of her smile onto my wrist. She sighs wistfully, looking at me.
“Happy?” I ask.
“Very…”
“Thinking?”
“Always.”
I smile. “About?”
“The day we met.”
“Ah, yes. It was at your parents’ wedding, wasn’t it?”
She giggles. “I guess so.”
“Maybe I’ll be invited to the next one.”
Prue moves to cuddle in closer, laying her face against my chest. “I have a feeling you will be,” she replies sleepily.
“I’ve never been a plus-one before.”
Prue yawns, her eyes closing. “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
“Maybe I’ll catch the bouquet.”
“You think?” she asks, followed by another yawn. “Why, you wanna be next?”
