“Where you belong,” she finished, her face flushed and her fingers scraping along my arms. I pressed a kiss to her lips and fitted one arm underneath her as she arched into me. I was holding her weight with the hand wrapped under her and used the other to keep the gentle pressure on her throat. I felt her swallow and willed myself to slow down—to focus on the aftershocks of her pussy fluttering around me.
“Miller.”
My lips crashed against hers, and we shared the most passionate, intense kiss. We were on the same wavelength, sharing the same thoughts, and knowing we’d entered uncharted territory. But it didn’t matter, because we were in it together. The memory of this night would be scorched in my brain for eternity.
I set a new pace, slow and deliberate, feeling her walls clench around me as I pulled out of her and pushed back in, adjusting my arm so I could look down and watch my cock slide deep inside her.
“Just like that,” she said, repeating the phrase once, twice, three times before grasping the hand around her throat. I let go and threaded my fingers with hers, lifting her arm above her head as I turned my attention to her breasts. I sucked on one and then the other until her nipples were taut and wet. My tongue lapped at her tits, and I used the tip to trace around the edge, watching as goose bumps appeared in my wake.
“Spread your legs a little wider, baby. I need you deeper. Need to feel you everywhere.” She complied and hissed in a breath as the angle changed.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect for me,” I rasped, my body beginning to shake with the intensity of us.
“Want you. Need you,” she answered, gripping my hand tighter and using the other to pull my hair and bring our lips together again.
“You have me, Emma. Ready to let go, baby? Ready to come on this cock?”
“Yes. Ready.”
“Say it,” I said, gritting my teeth as she broke away from my mouth.
“I want to come on your cock. Let me, Miller.”
“Fuck. Come for me.”
I hit a spot so deep inside her I thought I’d black out from the pleasure that zipped down my spine and exploded throughout my body. It was rough, beautiful, and everything I could ever imagine. We were a force of nature together. She was the beacon in my storm, driving me crazy, making me lose my mind, and then bringing me back to the center.
I adored everything about her. I loved everything about her. My hips bucked and jerked as I came in her. The thought of marking her inside and out satisfied some deep, primal urge I felt down to my bones. My eyes trailed over her face, assessing her features as my hips slowed.
Her expression was somewhere between euphoria and bewilderment—almost as if she was looking at me like she’d never seen me up close. I released her hand and pulled my other hand from underneath her, placing my elbows beside her head. Feather-light touches grazed my arms and back, and I closed my eyes and rested my head in the crook of her neck, exhausted and content.
“I love you.” It was nothing more than a murmur. A low whisper she breathed with her voice trembling with emotions. My heart thundered in my chest, slamming against my ribs so hard it felt like it could burst from my body.
“I love you too, Emma.”
Hearing her words again eased all my fears. My doubts dissolved into thin air, and I vowed we would spend this day forward without a shadow of doubt between us. We’d live for each other, building a life around our love and sharing it with our family. I moved my right hand down the small of her back, pushing her closer to me. Her eyes glowed, reflecting the love I felt, and I leaned down to the shell of her ear.
“You’re my future.” My face was lost among her curls, but I’d gladly suffocate in them if it meant continuing to feel her palms dance along my chest.
“Where do we go from here?” she asked, whispering the words like she was afraid of the answer. There was no room for faulty intentions or messing around. We were too good together to ever let anything come between us. I slowly pulled out of her, and we groaned as I lay on my side and pulled her close.
“A date, to start. I want to take you out as mine. Send you flowers on random Tuesdays and text you heart emojis.”
She propped her chin on my chest and turned her head to meet my eyes. “A date?”
“Yes. Perhaps even two or three. I’m never letting you go.”
“Good,” she said, wrapping her hand around my waist. “Because you made me a promise.”
“Damn right, I did, Emma. A promise I intend to keep as long as you’ll have me.”
She smiled one of those full-wattage, addicting, Emma James smiles that lit me up from the inside out and filled my heart with so much happiness it felt like it would burst.
“How about we start with forever?”
I returned her smile, letting it light up every dark space inside of me. There was only one thing to say, the thing I’d wanted to say for longer than I’d care to admit.
“Forever sounds perfect, baby.”
