I gnaw on my bottom lip. As much as I want to jump into this thing with him, it feels like something is missing in this conversation.
Rhodes studies my face intently and then a smile starts to slowly grow on his face.
When his hands leave my hips, I miss the contact. Then he’s cupping my face in his hands with so much adoration and softness.
“I love you, Helen.”
My eyes widen and I stop breathing when he says those words. Did I hear him right?
Rhodes’s smile gets so big that it seems to take up his entire face. “You heard me right. I love you.”
I feel my cheeks get hot as I realize I said that out loud. How embarrassing. But I don’t really have time to hide, not when this man is giving me his heart and soul in a way I want to honor and hold dear.
A feeling takes over me, it’s sweet and sure, it’s strong and so damn steady that it’s overwhelming and scary.
“I love you too, Rhodes.”
My man blinks a few times, almost like he can’t believe I said it back, but I did and the words slipped from my tongue so damn easily. Loving this man is the most natural thing in the world.
When he takes my mouth in a kiss, it’s brutal in its intensity. I can feel his love for me; I can taste it on my tongue. My fingers slide into his hair, and I grip the strands there while I feel him harden underneath me.
I grind down on the bulge trapped in his sweatpants and gasp at the sensation. I want him inside of me, I’m almost desperate for it, but I want to give him something first.
When I slip off his lap, Rhodes reaches for me and tries to hold on, but I’m not going to be deterred. The way he looks at me with pure hunger as I kneel between his feet makes me feel powerful in a way I never have before.
I pull his sweatpants down enough to free his cock and grip him at the base before I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the crown to collect the pre-cum beading there. His taste explodes on my tongue, salty but decadent in a way that makes me want more.
As I slide him into my mouth, a rumbling growl comes from deep in my man’s chest. I look up at him and our eyes lock and I don’t look away. I can’t look away.
Using my hand and mouth, I slide up and down his length. Watching the way the cords of his neck strain while his hands fist at his side. I know the moment he breaks because his fingers slide into my hair and help direct my movements.
My jaw relaxes and I give myself over to him, my man. Every grunt goes straight to my clit and pulses. Giving him pleasure is intoxicating.
Suddenly, he hauls me up and into his lap while twisting until I’m underneath him and laid out on the couch for his pleasure. My leggings are pulled down my legs and then the head of his cock is kissing my entrance. He presses forward slowly, filling me and stretching my walls.
This time our bodies find a languid pace that has my pleasure building slowly. Every stroke is perfect as the sound of just how wet I am fills the room.
“Fuck,” Rhodes groans, “you feel so fucking good, Sweetheart. I love you so damn much.”
I wrap my limbs around him and pull him even closer, needing the closeness and needing the weight of him to ground me.
“Please, more,” I moan, the sound breathy and full of desire wrapped in need.
Rhodes doesn’t disappoint. His thrusts become harder and faster. He grips one of my hips and angles me just right so that lights dance across my vision and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Yes, there,” I screech right before my body locks up and I’m swept away in pure pleasure.
A broken moan rumbles out of his chest as he thrusts a few more times and then fills me until he’s balls deep inside of me. I can feel the heat of his cum as he fills my channel.
“I love you,” he rasps as he buries his face in my neck while his body shudders above me.
I hold him even tighter and don’t let go. “I love you and I’m ready to move in with you, but only if you’re ready,” I whisper back.
Rhodes rears back and searches my eyes. If he’s looking to see if I’m just riding my orgasm high or if I’m serious, I’m not worried about what he’ll find. I know my mind.
I’m ready for this. And I want it all.
“I’m all in,” I reiterate knowing the words are true down to my bones.
