“I am not taking you the first time in weeks with your back to me.” Then he spun and pressed me against the wall as he slowly lowered me onto him. Every time I had re-imagined him entering me, it paled compared to what he felt like in this moment. I felt myself constrict against him, and when he growled in my ear, I moaned. He pulled back and met my gaze. “Fuck, Luce.”
“I have missed you.”
He pulled out of me slowly and teased me with just the head of him. With a smirk on his face, before pushing himself back in. “You are exquisite.”
“Rylie. Please.” I begged, feeling every nerve in my body come alive against him.
I locked my ankles around his waist, and held on to him, as he, in slow, long, controlled movements, drew himself from me, and then pushed back in. I wasn’t sure what would have been more torturous. This or if he had been pounding into me.
He rolled his hips against my clit and then pulled out one more time before slamming into me. His gray eyes still glued to mine, were filled with a heat and a meaning, I wasn’t sure how to interpret.
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He said, before picking up the pace and thrusting into me deeper and deeper.
When he reached around and pushed the button on the plug, sending it vibrating through me. The effect was almost instantaneous. I fell over that cliff, clenching around his cock hard, losing all sense of awareness other than the feeling of him slamming into me relentlessly.
“Luci.” He said, as he thrust one last time, and released himself into me.
We stayed there for a long moment. Still not looking away from each other. It was such a tender thing to have him stare at me the entire time he fucked me. I looked down away from him, and he said, “Don’t look away. Look at me.”
“But—”
“No, but’s, sweetheart. You are mine, and I am yours. Don’t be ashamed of what we are and what we have.”
“I’m not. I’m still not used to being looked at like the way you are looking at me.”
“Like you are something to hold and cherish? Like you are worthy?” He said softly, and I felt him retreating from me. “Answer me, sweetheart.”
“I don’t…”
He carried me to the bed, removed the plug, throwing it on the bed, and set me down. “Why? Why do you feel like I can’t love you? Why I can’t make love to you like this? What is it that makes you feel unworthy?”
I opened my mouth to start in on the long list of things, but he stopped me and said, “And I swear if you comment about your weight, curves, or anything that Justin put in that brain of yours, I will have only one option. That is to fuck you, silly. Well, I already plan on doing that, so… give me a real reason, Lucille Adaline Baker. One tangible real reason I can’t love and adore you.”
I blinked as my mind understood what he was saying and doing. “I’m sure there are some, but you are right. Old demons.”
He kneeled before me, and put my face in his hands. “I will forever be trying to rid the invasive inaccurate bullshit he forced into your brain.” He kissed me softly, letting me feel his love for me. “I love you so much. That,” He said with a wave toward the wall. “Was just the start, sweetheart.”
He picked me back up and carried me to the bathroom, setting me on the counter. He turned the shower on and, when he was happy that the temperature was to my liking, he kissed me on the forehead and said, “Shower. I have a couple of calls to make.”
I tipped my head to the side and said, “Okay.”
He once again looked me up and down, and I felt his gaze settle deep in my stomach. Butterflies erupted as he bit his lip and closed the door behind him, saying, “Shower.”
Chapter five
Ijumpeddownfromthe counter and stepped into the steaming water. Rinsing off quickly, I let the hot water run over me and relax my muscles. I looked to the shelf to see what there was for shampoo, and noticed that somewhere along the way, Rylie had little bottles of my favorite shampoo sitting there, waiting for me.
“You are going to spoil me rotten, Rylie James Allen.”
“What was that?” He said, making me jump.
“Nothing, now let me shower.”
He looked in through the glass doors, and whistled appreciatively, and when he smiled and walked out, I just shook my head.
Part of me wanted to lounge in the shower, but when I remembered he was waiting for me in the other room, I hurried to finish cleaning up. I took another second to breathe before turning the water off and grabbing a towel to dry off.
Rylie popped his head around the corner again, and then I heard him saying, “Yes… 7:00. I know it’s short notice…. If we have to wait until the original time, it’s fine. I just need to know… Thank you.”
