“About what?” As her bra drops, my mouth waters, and her peaked nipples stab at my chest, rousing a groan from me as she rubs against my chest hair.
Her fingers scratch my beard, tugging what she can grasp before leaning in to whisper kisses across my face. Christ, she’s fucking perfect.
“I want to get a tattoo to cover the scars.” Her words are faint, but her hope is prevalent.
“Anything you want.” Literally, there’s not much I wouldn’t make happen for her.
“You’ll go with me?” she asks, her question hesitant, as if I’d say no.
“I’ll get one with you, Lake.”
I catch her eyes, and she offers a stunning smile, showing me just how far she’s come since I followed her to Indiana. Reinforcing that I made the right choice.
“I want black birds, flowers, and vines, and bumble bees with lady bugs, and fireflies. Maybe dragonflies, too.” She doesn’t realize how endearing she is when she gets excited about something she’s passionate about.
“I’ll get a consultation set up with my guy.”
She nods enthusiastically until my dick reminds us both we’re nude by tapping harshly against her pussy, making us both groan.
“Thank you, Saint.” She leans in for a kiss as her body takes me inside her tight heat, strangling my cock until I can’t breathe or focus on anything but making her feel good.
Lake gets herself going on her own, so I sit back and watch as she uses me for her pleasure while giving me everything I want. For years, I wondered if we’d ever get here, and now that we have, I know for a fact that I wouldn’t survive life without her in it.
Groaning when she tightens up on me, a thought hits. “We haven’t used protection.” I know she’s still undecided about children, and even though she’s on the pill, nothing is foolproof.
Her hips falter, then stop as her brain catches up to my words. It’s an incredible sight to see how she works through her feelings until she figures out a response.
“If the pill fails, we’ll call it meant to be.”
My dick throbs wildly inside of her, making her moan and pant.
“Fate,” I mutter, drawing her in with a hand on the back of her head to fuck her mouth with my tongue in a matching rhythm with my dick as she begins to move again.
My fingers grow tense on her body. I want to flip her over and take the reins, but until she asks for it, she’s in charge. “Saint, Saint, will you… Could you…?” There it is.
“You want me to take control?” Holding my breath, I wait for her nod. Without hesitation, I put Lake on her back, wrap her feet around my waist, and maintain eye contact as my hips start to move, a little rougher than before, but the bliss on her face tells me she loves it. “You need me to stop, just say it.” Even if it breaks me, I’d do anything for her.
“Faster, harder,” she pants into my mouth as I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her taste. Savoring the way she begs.
My balls draw up tight to my body. I’m not far from losing it and coming deep inside my own sweet haven, but I need to get her there with me. Reaching a hand between us, my thumb brushes her swollen clit. She jumps but tightens around me, and I know she’s about to follow behind.
“Come with me, Lake, squeeze my dick until I can’t see straight.” She whimpers and cries out just as I explode into her depths. Shoving as hard into her as I can, her walls ripple and squeeze around me.
To enhance our pleasure, I continue playing with her clit. My mouth seeks out a nipple and sucks the turgid peak until she claws at my scalp and begs me to stop while also crying out for more.
Out of breath and wilting against Lake, I’m careful not to crush her before rolling us to the side. She sighs and rests against my chest, unconcerned that we’re both covered in a sheen of sweat.
“I love you,” she says. Her satisfied tone is like a balm to the demons within my soul.
Tilting her head so I can see her, I don’t hesitate. “I love you, too, Lake. I couldn’t imagine a life where you’re not mine forever.”
Smiling, she sits up, for once not bothering to cover herself. “I’m hungry.” Not surprising.
Sweeping her into my arms, I carry her to the bedroom, where another amazing view awaits, and plop her in bed before hunting down the room service menu. “Order anything you like, then double it, because I’m not done with you tonight.” Her shy smile makes my heart do funny things as she picks up the phone and orders nearly everything on the menu, from breakfast foods to dessert.
As we wait on the food, I flick on the TV, and Gordon Ramsey immediately greets us on Hell’s Kitchen from what I think must be the first season. It’s a show that Lake and I always watch together.
After slipping on shorts to answer the door when our order arrives, I climb into bed with Lake. She immediately cuddles into my arms, and within minutes, she’s fast asleep. The time is 1:18 in the morning, and I know what that means to her, what it means to her recovery, and I realize this is a huge step because she’s always been so attuned to this time that she’s finally ignoring it.
