My arms bracket her head, and I lick her neck, making her whimper.
Her eyes are wide with wonder as I slide my dick against her, teasing her and preparing her.
I sink into her as I kiss her softly. She lifts her pelvis to meet me as we make out. Her heels press into my thighs as I slowly pull back and thrust inside.
Rosie is soft and completely open to me. Her hands fall to the side of her head, and I thread my fingers through hers. We kiss for so long that I lose my focus. I pull back and stare at her. She looks at me, and I whisper, “I think I love you.”
“I think I love you, too.”
I give her a half smile, not because I don’t mean the joy thrumming in my chest, but because I’m not scared or worrying for the first time in ages. I’m at peace with her.
Slowly, I speed up my thrusts, aided by the way she whispers, “More, Niki, give me more.”
She pulls her thighs closer to her chest to feel me deeper, and I thrust harder.
I pull back and fuck her more fervently. Her mouth is in the shape of a silent moan, and I kiss her hard. She eats up my caresses, famished for more of me.
At her groans, I lick and suck her neck.
“I’m already close,” she cries, “but I want you to come first.”
I shake my head and scrape my teeth against her skin.
“Yes, Niki. I want you to come first.”
“That’s never going to happen. It will always be you.”
She cries out. Her nails scratch my back, and I fuck her faster. My ring glints under the lamps.
“Come with my cock deep inside you. Come for me.”
She screams for the second time that night.
Her body unclenches, and she throws her head back into the pillow.
Her eyes widen, and she releases a moan that spurs on my thrusts.
Her pussy clenches around my dick, and I feel every part of her climax as it takes her and rolls off her in waves.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
And I don’t know if it’s her satisfied smile, or the way she grabs my face and pulls my head to hers to kiss me hard, or her hot skin against mine that breaks me. I come deep inside her. She moans with me, relishing in my climax and kissing me to taste my delirium.
“So fucking perfect.” I rest my head against her chest.
Her fingers tease my hair as she hums with happiness.
CHAPTER 68
Niki
I’m driving the last laps of the Austrian Grand Prix. I’ve pushed all the way around, and now I’m in fifth. I won’t be on the podium, but for my first race in eighteen months, I’m buzzing.
“All good here,” Macca, my old engineer, says into my headphones. “Keep like this, push through on the next corner, and the tyres should last.”
“Thanks, Macca.” I swallow the lump in my throat.
This race has brought out all my emotions, including the ones I didn’t process after my crash. I became so obsessed with my health I didn’t consider what could’ve happened that day. A couple of inches different and they would have buried me.
