“Jesus, fuck.” Sydney pants, her eyes widening a little in alarm as she watches my thick cock disappear inside her warmth.
“You feel incredible,” I murmur, my heart swelling behind my chest as I seat myself inside her and stop. I’m feeling so much. I’m overwhelmed with love for this golden goddess staring at me like I put the stars in the sky. “Love you,” I say before kissing her passionately.
“I love you too.” Her fingers wrap around the back of my head, and she tugs on my hair. “Now make love to me.”
“Happily.” I slide in and out in slow languid strokes while I kiss her lips, her jawline, her neck, suctioning on that sensitive spot just below her ears, almost coming undone with the moans emerging from her mouth. Sydney’s hands roam up and down my back, and she grabs handfuls of my ass, silently pleading for me to go harder, faster.
But I want to enjoy this.
Savor it.
Memorize it.
So I continue kissing her, lavishing attention on her body, her tits, her nipples, before I take pity on her and pick up my pace, rutting into her deeply as my fingers move to her clit. “Don’t come until I tell you,” I warn before leaning down to steal another kiss.
She shoots daggers at me, and I chuckle. Sydney has a fiery temper when aggravated, but ultimately, I know she wants to submit to me in bed. She wants me to take control of her pleasure and I’ll happily oblige.
I flip her over and pound into her from behind as I grope her tits and explore her body. She presses her ass back against me and I’m bedded so deep it feels like I’m almost touching her womb. Angling my hips, I drive inside her in a way I know my piercing will heighten her arousal.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Jared, that feels so fucking good.”
Sydney curses a lot which shocks most people because she’s an elegant woman and she carries herself with grace. She looks like an angel who sometimes has the mouth of a devil. It’s a consequence of growing up in a house full of men and one of the things I adore about her. I love that she curses like a sailor and carries no shame for it.
“J.” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Yeah.” I arch a brow, slowing down, concerned I’m hurting her or she’s having second thoughts.
She pins me with a naughty grin. “I fucking love your dick, and I’m warning you now I’ll need a daily fix. At a minimum.”
I cover her back and bend down to kiss her. “It’s not like you have a choice,” I tease. “Now I’ve felt heaven on my cock, there is no turning back. I’m going to be worse than an animal in heat. I’m going to fuck you raw as often as I can.”
Her eyes flash with heat, her lips curve into a smile, and her pussy clenches around me, almost squeezing my dick to death. “You won’t get any complaints from me.” Her features soften a little. “You were made for me, Jared. We fit perfectly together in every way.”
“I know,” I say, thrusting my hips and driving in deeper. “Now hold on because the ride’s about to go faster.”
* * *
“I think you broke me,” Syd moans, turning over in the bed to face me.
I chuckle. “Sex is pointless unless you ache all over and struggle to walk after it.”
“Jesus Christ,” she pants, pushing knotty strands of hair out of her eyes. “I tied myself to a sex beast. I’ll never be capable of walking straight again.”
I wrap my arms around her, suctioning our sweaty bodies together. We’ve been making love and fucking for hours, only leaving this room to grab water and some fruit. We switched our cell phones off and shut out the outside world, and it was the best remedy. I don’t care if the PR people are going crazy. I pay them to handle this shit, and they can deal with it for a day. I needed this. To swim in our love and drown in the feel and taste of the only woman who has ever mattered. I feel closer to Sydney than any other person in the world, and it’s an addictive feeling.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I say, scooping her up. She shrieks at the unexpected move. “I will always take care of you.”
We take a bath in my Jacuzzi tub, taking turns washing one another. It ends with Sydney climbing onto my dick and riding me even though I’m sure she’s sore. I’m not sure who is the bigger sex beast of the two of us.
We dress in toweling robes and head downstairs where we make food side by side, listening to music, dancing, singing, and talking about mundane shit. It’s so normal, but it’s invigorating. I’ve never shared my life with any woman like this, and I know it’s because I was waiting for Syd.
We take heaping bowls of creamy pasta into my living room and eat it on our laps, curled up beside one another on the couch, as we watch a few episodes ofThe Vampire Diaries. Another show from our past.
“I have something to ask you,” I say, taking her empty bowl and putting it with mine on the coffee table. I reel her into my arms, and she peers up at me.
“Go for it.”
“Move in with me.”
