Grabbing the hem, I pull it over my head. I heard his sharp intake of breath. “Beautiful. Now the panties too.”
“You first.”
“I’m way ahead of you, sweetheart.” Vic sheds his clothes so quickly I forget about his command and marvel at all his hard angles, sculpted valleys and muscular frame. The chest I’d admired from that first day was now mine to touch. And okay, maybe I drooled just a little. “You’re staring, Caitlyn.”
“Yeah, well. Have you looked in a mirror lately?”
“I’m more interested in seeing what that little scrap of lace is hiding.” Vic tucks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly drags the material down my legs. I kick them away and sway forward.
Vic cups my breasts, taking a rigid nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over my sensitive flesh until warmth blooms in my abdomen. Journeying lower along my stomach, he presses open-mouthed kisses that leave me trembling, my pussy throbbing.
Easing me back onto the bed, he settled between my thighs. He nips my thigh, then slowly licks the sting away. My knees fall open wide; a plea escapes me for him to hurry.
“We have all night, love.” He croons against my opening, his breath tickling where I’m desperate for his touch.
When his tongue flicks my swollen bud, I buck my hips, moaning and grip the bedsheet. He presses a finger deep inside me, flicking his tongue over my clit until I think I’ll pass out. When I feel the first sharp tingle of my orgasm, he adds another finger inside my slick channel, stretching me, and I roll my hips chasing my release.
“Please, Vic.” In answer to my plea, he sucked my clit, and I crashed over the blissful cliff. His fingers pumping my channel, prolonging the orgasm until I’m writhing under him, screaming his name.
“I need…want…you inside me.”
Vic pauses, and in a haze I watch as he sheathes himself with a condom. Guiding himself at my entrance, our gazes clashed, and he cradled my face and gave me a slow, sexy smile. “Don’t look away.” Inch by glorious inch he fills me, stretching me as I adjust to his huge cock.
Fully seated, I roll my hips slowly, trying to savor yet another orgasm building.
“You’re the one, Caitlyn.” His declaration overwhelmed me, sending another rush of warmth through my core. And when Vic pressed his thumb between my slick folds, circling my clit—dear Lord, the intense pleasure was almost too much to bear.
Arching off the mattress, my head thrown back, I chant his name as bright white lights burst behind my eyelids. My body vibrates, my pussy squeezing his cock as I ride out my orgasm. Vic shouts my name as his climax hits him. I grasp his shoulders as he shudders, running my hands along his back, soothing his strained muscles until he collapses on top of me.
“That was….” Unable to finish my thought and do justice to what I felt, I simply held on to him, marveling at what had just happened.
He eased off me, but pulled me snug into his side and kissed my forehead. “Yeah, it was.”
EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
CAITLYN
“Say it again.” Vic demanded.
“You’re awfully bossy today.” It wasn’t quite time to get up and get ready for work, so we were enjoying the last minutes of quiet before Luna would wake up, raring to do all the things.
Vic sighed. “Just say it and I’ll let you make me coffee.”
“You’ll let me? Maybe today I won’t say it.” I was quite enjoying myself. The man was shameless in his demands for declarations and, well, morning sex. He was insatiable. But to be fair, so was I. And ever since Luna and I moved into his place about a month after he told me he loved me, we’d started most days exactly this way.
I really should make him wait. But the chances of being interrupted at any moment meant we had to resolve this soon.
“Okay, but this is it for today. I mean, I’d think you’d be tired of hearing it so often.” I loved our time together in the early hours before we needed to do all the adulting. Vic had taken to being the father figure Luna needed without making her biological father the bad guy. So much so that she couldn’t wait until the wedding where she’d be my maid of honor.
I still got weepy, remembering when Vic proposed last month. He included Luna, asking her permission to marry me. He’d given her a beautiful locket with all of our first initials engraved on it.
“I love you.” I whispered in his ear. But before he could say it back, I climbed on top of him, then snaked my hand between our bodies and circled his cock. I dropped kisses along his jaw. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” I’d finally told him about a week after he’d first told me I loved him too, and he’d been greedy for the words ever since. But I didn’t mind. I was as well.
To be loved, and loved well, was something neither of us wanted to live without.
Vic ran his large hands over my shoulders, down my arms, then quickly rolled me under him. He pressed his erection against my entrance, rolled his hips against my clit, dragging a low moan from me.Mm, yes, please.
