“You’re forgetting one thing.”
“Hmm?” she questioned.
My palm landed on her spectacular ass with a slap. “I’m in charge.”
Leaning down, she took me to the back of her throat. What she was doing with her tongue had me seeing stars. My fingers splayed over the back of her head, holding her in place as my hips bucked.
Another pop as Vee gasped for breath.
Taking my opportunity, I repositioned her, lying her back. Vee’s hair on the pillow created a chestnut frame around her beautiful face. Her lips were red and swollen. One kiss, my tongue sought entrance, finding my own salty taste. Green orbs stayed locked on me as she lifted her arms over her head, raising her pert breasts and giving herself to me.
With only the tips of my fingers I grazed her warm skin. From the inside of her wrists to her shoulders, her collarbone to her breasts, with both hands I circled her waist and hips. Whimpers filled the room as goose bumps appeared in the wake of my exploration.
The green stare that had been locked on mine was gone. Her eyes were closed, lost in thought as she concentrated on my touch. It wasn’t enough to feel her; my lips needed to join the effort. I spread her legs and lowered myself, inhaling the sweet scent of her essence. Vee’s body shivered with need.
It was my turn to bring her pleasure like she’d surprised me with earlier. My first taste was slow and deep, sweet and enticing. Her hips bucked as my tongue lapped and swirled around her swollen clit. Lick by lick, Vee responded, withering under my control.
My rib be damned.
My control was waning, fading into her chorus of moans and notes of ecstasy. This was more than providing pleasure. I was a man starved for this woman. Like a man deprived of substance, I needed more.
Each drop was a sampling that only whetted my appetite. Vee called out my name as she writhed beneath my unrelenting grasp.
“Please, Fin,” she pleaded breathlessly.
I didn’t need to hear more. Vee’s back arched and her lips formed the perfect ‘o’ as my rock-hard cock delved into her warm, wet pussy. For a moment, I stayed buried, enjoying the agony of her body’s vise grip. Ignoring the ache in my side, I thrust in and out. Lowering my lips, I sucked one of her nipples and then the other.
Our rhythm was faster than last night, yet not frantic. This wasn’t fucking as we’d done at the hotel. No, what was happening was the art of making love. It was the ultimate closeness that only two people who trusted one another completely could share.
Her body stiffened and her pussy pulsated.
I wasn’t done. “One more.”
Vee’s lips curled. “Sure of yourself.”
“Very.”
Pulling out, I encouraged Vee to roll to her stomach and lifted her round ass in the air. She settled on the pillows, while I took a moment to appreciate the masterpiece before me. Her well-satisfied core offered no resistance as she released a loud gasp and my length slid deep inside. Thrust after thrust, I drove deeper.
Claiming.
Vee may be the owner of the Coopers, but today as she was met by person after person, it would be my seed deep inside her. I was the one who knew her like no other. It wasn’t only the last few weeks: we had a history of memories.
My fingers blanched as they dug into her hips. Harder and harder. The friction was addicting. The room filled with Vee’s wordless exclamations of ecstasy as she detonated again. Her muscles grew rigid.
My body trembled violently. A growl resonated not from my throat but from deep in my chest as I filled her.
I filled her with me.
I was Vee’s.
She was mine.
I collapsed, falling slack over her body, shielding her from what our day had in store. If I could, I’d keep us here forever. That wasn’t possible. Lifting myself, Vee rolled, bringing her gorgeous green gaze into full view. I kissed Vee’s nose. “Good morning.”
Her satiated stare met mine as she nodded and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Wiggling beneath me, she purred, “I’m going to remember this all day.”
“Me too. You’re mine, Vee. You can be anyone else, whoever you want to be, but remember at the end of the day, you’re mine.”
