She’s mine.
Her thighs tremble under my touch as I slide my fingers up to find her arousal already coating the lips of her pussy. When I bury my face in her neck, the moan she lets out as I plunge two fingers inside her slick channel vibrates through me.
“You want my cock, Arden,” there’s a plea in my voice, “not lunch. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she pants, her hips rocking with the movement of my fingers fucking her slowly. My thumb brushes her clit and she moans, “Please. Fuck lunch.”
I chuckle, the sound of it brushing along her skin. “Good girl,” I murmur and she shivers in my arms.
I’m quick to unbuckle my belt and get my jeans open enough to free my cock. When I wrap my arm around her waist, I haulher to the edge of the counter and plunge inside of her in one desperate thrust.
We both cry out at the sensation. Her head falls back and she wails, “Yes, Ford.”
My hand slams down onto the counter behind her as she wraps her arms around me, trusting me to ensure all she feels is pleasure. I pull out slowly before slamming home again. We gasp and then there is no waiting, there is no slowing down.
I fuck her hard, my strokes strong and speeding up as both of us reach for that moment when everything explodes. Her body moves to meet mine, skin slapping and hips angling to find the spot that makes it feel like you can’t breathe.
Nothing could make me look away from the woman in my arms. The pleasure written on her face, which I’m giving her, has my hips snapping forward. She responds by melting for me, giving it all over to me.
When her navy eyes open and find mine, all I see there is trust. No fear. No legacies which feel too big to ever be tamed. Nothing exists except this sensation, luminous but fragile. New.
My mouth takes her, but there’s nothing rough about it. I kiss her like tasting her is a treat, a decadence to be appreciated.
Because it is.
She moans and I taste it on my tongue. The sweetness. My balls draw up and a tingle races up and down my spine. Arden’s nails digging into my shoulders help to ground me, focus me.
But I’m still right there.
It sure as fuck is better than the years I spent with my hand.
I don’t regret waiting, though. She’s worth it.
She’ll always be worth it.
I bury myself inside of her as deep as I can go and grind my pelvis against her clit. Arden’s eyes snap open and then she’s screaming. My mouth covers hers, muting the sound as the walls of her pussy squeeze me.
The way her body is begging to be filled with my cum is too much. My nostrils flare as I pull out and then slam forward, her hips tilting just right as the first jet of cum paints her walls.
She holds me close, our bodies riding a wave of pleasure that feels like shimmering. I kiss her skin, anywhere I can reach without moving. Her hands move over my back, soothing, claiming in sweet comfort.
Just when I’m about to tilt my head to kiss her, my stomach growls. We both freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes before laughter takes over.
“I should have made more than PB&Js I’m thinking,” she teases me.
I kiss her softly, needing to be close to her for just a few more moments. The sandwiches will hold. But this feeling is worth a moment of reverence.
“After lunch,” she starts, her voice soft as her hands trace my muscles, “I do need to go home. I have work tomorrow. We can make a plan though?”
Her voice is hopeful, her question offered up as if she’s unsure of the answer.
“I’ll always make a plan with you, my Sunflower. For today, tomorrow, and all the days after. We both work and my schedule is,” I pause and pull back enough to look in her eyes, not caring about still being buried inside of her, “hard to work around.”
Her navy eyes soften and she cradles my face in her hands, the tips of her fingers playing with the short hairs of my beard. “We’ll figure it out.”
It’s not a blow off. It’s not just something you say. Not when it’s Arden giving me those words.
I press my forehead against hers, my voice filled with awe, “I’m a lucky man.”
