“I’d love that,” he murmurs huskily.
Taking his cock, I line it up with my hole, slowly sliding down his length. I have to stop a couple of times, just to take a moment to breathe and adjust. Even after Sunday, it’s still a little sore.
“I’m not sure what to do,” I tell him as I arch my back once I’m fully seated.
“Just rock and move your hips, and I’ll help with the rest. You’re doing perfect, baby.”
I love this man. He knows exactly what to say.
I begin to roll my hips, chasing the movements that make me feel good and the ones he’s audibly telling me are what he wants. We’re both a panting, heaving mess. I’m so close to another orgasm, but I don’t want to come again without him.
His hands land on my hips, and he begins to thrust up into me.
Each thrust sends me closer to the edge, it’s as if his cock knows the exact spot to hit.
My hand slips down between us, rubbing my clit, intensifying what I’m feeling.
“You’re amazing, baby. I’m so close. Come with me,” he growls.
I’m so lost in what’s happening, I can’t respond. Our bodies move together like a perfectly orchestrated song reaching its crescendo as we both cry out our release. My body slumps on top of him as I chase my breath.
His hand wraps around my back, his fingers running up and down the length of my spine.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he whispers into my ear as he kisses the side of my head.
We stay like that. Me lying on top of him while his softening cock is still buried inside of me. I know we only have a few more fleeting moments before we need to clean up and for me to leave. We don’t need Angel to see me here and risk her blurting anything out until we talk to Ryan.
“Tomorrow night isn’t going to come quick enough.” Jeremiah’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“I agree, but I need to get up. It’s getting late, and I need to go.” I stick out my bottom lip and pout as I lift off of him, his cum seeping out of me.
“Not much longer and you’ll be mine, and everyone will know it.”
His.
The sound of that is amazing. It’s only what I’ve wanted for the last seven years. I’m his now, but I know what he means. We’re nothing but a dirty secret right now.
I sway my hips as I head to the bathroom in his bedroom and pull some toilet paper off the roll, cleaning myself the best I can. When I step back into the bedroom, he’s already pulled on some sweatpants and is pulling a shirt over his head.
“I don’t want to leave. I’m worried about tomorrow,” I whine as I step into his arms for another hug.
“It’s okay, baby. Everything’s going to be fine.”
I pull away from him, pick up my clothes, and begin to dress. His eyes stay glued to me, watching every tiny movement I make. Once I’m done, he takes my hand in his and leads me down the stairs.
“Crap, we need to clean up the dinner plates.” The memory of the mess from dinner rushing back to me.
“I’ve got it. Don’t worry about it.”
He turns his head, looking at the clock. My heart sinks for a moment as dread seeps in, filling my brain with negative thoughts. He must see something in my face because he speaks.
“Don’t. Angel will be home soon, and she has very loose lips. This will be the last night you sneak out of my home. In fact, I hope to have many nights of you sleeping over and sharing my bed.”
The sound of that makes my heart swell. There’s nothing I want more than that.
He kisses me, and we take a few moments before I gather my purse and keys and head out the door.
Tomorrow is either going to be the most wonderful day of my life, or we're going to start a fire that may never be extinguished. I’m hoping for the first.
