I changed the rhythm, moving with deep but slow thrusts as I strummed my fingers over her clit. In this position, I could reach all parts of her, stimulating her until she was completely done for. “Fuck, babe, when did you get even wetter?”
“I don’t know. This is just so good. I don’t understand how I can still… Oh my God.”
Her climax was forming already, but it was different from before. Her legs went rigid; she curled her toes against the mattress. I glanced at her fingers—she was grasping at the bedsheets. And then she lowered her head, pressing her forehead against the pillow as if she didn’t really trust her arms to keep her on all fours.
I coated my fingers with her wetness, drenching them, then straightened up. I started to massage her clit with slow circles. She went completely mad. I’d never seen her like this.
“Beckett, what are you doing to me? I love this. I want more. Please. Fuuck!”
My cock twitched. I was so ready to fill her up. This woman was mine in every sense of the word, and I was proud of it.
I pulled back and thrust again while my fingers kept circling her tight hole. I knew this was going to make her come harder than ever before.
Her body jerked up, and she propped herself on her elbows.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered. “This is so good.”
I pushed the tip of my finger in. She’d never cried out so loudly. It was the best sound in the entire world.
Her knees gave in, and I quickly repositioned my arms at her sides as I moved down with her, still thrusting. She rode out her orgasm beautifully, gasping and moaning. I filled her up good as my own climax slammed into me.
I felt so close to her. We were now united in every sense of the word. There was nothing between us anymore. And there would never be anything between us again. I was never going to let her go.
“I love you so damn much, Piper.”
“I l-love you too,” she stuttered, her body still shuddering.
I moved in and out of her lazily long after we both wound down, my cock still semihard. I simply didn’t want to pull out yet.
“I loved it,” she whispered.
“I love you.” I kissed her cheek and the side of her neck. “And I always will. Remember that, Piper.”
“There’s no way I’ll forget it. Not after today.” A smile popped up on her lips. “That spooning got me good, huh?”
“Oh yeah. You and me both.”
CHAPTER 29
PIPER
Four months later
“I’m so looking forwardto a new perfume,” I said as we stepped into Fragrant Delights. We’d left home in a hurry this morning. Charlotte was with Adele for the day, and we were out running errands. “Where are Isabeau and Celine?”
“They texted that they’ll be a bit late,” Beckett said. “They needed to get some things in the Quarter.”
“And they left the store unlocked?” I was a bit suspicious. They were up to something.
“They knew we were coming.”
“Hope they won’t be late.” We had an appointment to check out a house in the Marigny in an hour. I’d moved into the penthouse right away, and while I loved it, I knew it was better for kids to grow up with a yard. My cozy house was too small for all of us, but hopefully we’d find the house of our dreams today.
“How do you feel about the smells?” Beckett asked, looking at me with a bit of concern.
“Surprisingly good. I think this will work out.”
Over the past few months, I’d become very susceptible to smells. I suddenly stopped liking all of my perfumes, including the one with the famous lilac.
