“We need to get an overnight sitter so we don’t have to rush things like this. I’m going to end up being trained into being a two-pump chump.” I shook my head, keeping my voice low.
“I won’t let that happen, but yes, just a few hours would be good. I think we have about half an hour right now.”
“Upstairs?”
She shook her head. “Lounge.”
We moved into a smaller room that would probably become a playroom if we decided to stay living here. It was private, just having a bookcase and comfy chairs and a huge sofa that I’d fallen asleep on several times. Jesse had once nodded off on it and slept for twelve hours, waking up and wondering if he’d been kidnapped.
I wasn’t thinking about Jesse now.
My arms were full of woman, a woman I’d thought almost constantly about for the last few days, months – probably years. A woman I was in love with and who loved me back.
I slowed down the pace, wanting to be able to remember more of this because it was a first we’d never have again.
I trailed kisses over her skin, stripping her clothes and leaving her bare for my eyes only. Her tits were still full and perfect, her nipples sensitive. I could say they were my favourite thing, but they were my favourite with everything else.
My cock hardened, eager to be inside her, keen to speed this up. We’d had plenty of interruptions from a hungry or rudely awakened baby, so he’d gotten used to working to a fairly quick timescale.
I was hoping our daughter was wanting to enjoy a nice long nap, so I took the longer route, memorising the curves and dips of Neva’s body, listening to the little whimpers she made as I kissed and licked and touched the areas I knew were sensitive in the very best way, whispering words that told of what I was going to do to her and how she was going to have my name on her lips over and over again, like it was her mantra.
It didn’t take that long for it to happen. My mouth between her legs, her clit sensitive, her pussy wet and keen. I sucked on her clit, feeling her fingers pulling on my hair as she drew closer to her orgasm.
She broke like a dam. I lapped up the taste of her, savouring it, the salty sweetness that I’d dream of later.
“Your turn.” She propped herself up and looked at me through sated eyes. “How do you want me?”
“Under me.” I slid up her body, taking a nipple briefly in my mouth, perfectly switching to her lips, my cock lining up at her entrance, before I slid home.
She was tight and warm and slick and the centre of everything. I groaned as I filled her, my eyes not leaving hers, wanting to see everything she felt, needing to be consumed by being surrounded by her.
“I love you.” I said the words. “I fucking love you.”
“You said it the right way round this time.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, encouraging me to move, her pussy still quivering from her first orgasm.
“It’s correct both ways round.” I upped my pace, feeling her tense again, slipping my hand between us to apply direct pressure to her clit, wanting her to come again before I did.
Her back arched, her body sought more friction.
“I love you too. So very, very much.” She was close again, almost on the verge.
I tilted my hips, hitting that spot at the right angle and she came hard and fast, her pussy pulsating around my cock and milking my own orgasm from me.
I watched her as we came, her face flushed, her head tipping back, her lips saying my name.
This was where I was meant to be.
I’d found my place.
CHAPTER20
Neva
NEW YEAR’S EVE
Genny was sittingat her desk, peering at her computer screen, although her eyes kept flicking to her phone.
She hadn’t even noticed I was standing at the doorway, watching her.
