“You need it now,” I groan.
“Hmm,” she mutters, writhing.
“I love how excited you are.”
She reaches between us and wraps her hand around the base of my cock. When she guides me to her entrance, her lips close around my tip, a boiling kiss that sends a shiver down my back.
“Go deep, Rafe,” she moans. “I want you all the way. I don’t want any space between us.”
“Fuck, fuck,fuck.” I lower myself down so I can feel her tits flatten against me, then arch my back and slowly drive all the way into her tight, hot slit.
She wraps her arms around me, cuddling me to her, as I pull out and then push back in again. Each stroke makes her moan directly into my ear, letting me feel her warmth, letting me hear how badly she wants this.
I can’t help it. I start moving faster, tilting my head so she can bite down on my neck.
Her pussy makes hot, wet noises as I fuck her like I need to. The mattress whines beneath us when I rise up, fists planted on both sides of her, letting me watch her tits as I make them bounce.
Minutes pass, maybe more. I could do this forever. My explosion is right at the tip of my cock, hovering there, but it’s like my body refuses to quit before she’s drenched my dick.
She opens her mouth wide, her hands slipping from her breasts to claw at the sheets beside her. She uses her grip to throw herself up and down on my dick as I pummel her with my swollen dick.
Each thrust deep inside her makes her moans more urgent. Soon, her tunnel is pulsing around me, caressing, drawing out a tangled moan as rope after rope of thick, hot come explodes inside of her.
She pulls me down, finds my lips as we come together. Our mouths fuse as our bodies rock in one motion, and just like that first night, time stands still.
“I feel it too,” she moans through the kissing. “Rafe, yes, yes, I feel it…”
I know she’s not just talking about our shared orgasm. As we rush toward the final moments together. I know she’s talking about that natural feeling, that sensation like time has stopped, just for us. It’s what made that first night so special, and the same magic touches us now.
I fall to the side, breathing heavily, pulling her into my arms. She perches on my chest and kisses me on the cheek.
“I’m so happy for us,” she murmurs. “Because, no matter what, we get to try, Rafe.”
I nod, gently caressing her cheek. “That’s more than I ever thought I’d have.”
And I know, deep down, that one day we’re going to be married, with more kids, in love. But I don’t say that, not yet. I just close my eyes and mutter a silent thanks that I get to hold her closer.
EPILOGUE
AVA
Seven Years Later
Iwalk with my hand resting on my belly, smiling when the photographer snaps a photo. Rafe, Theo, and Izzy are on the other side of the room, their backs to me, looking at one of my pieces… the one that depicts all of us in surrealist strokes, our happy little unit.
As I walk past paintings of our life – Theo’s first steps in vivid colors, Izzy grinning like a ghoul on Halloween, every stroke wild and beautiful in its own way – there’s a smile on my face. This ismygallery. And my work.
And it sold!
Adrian Kovacs walks into my path, grinning, offering a little bow. “Well done, well done. I’m just relieved I managed to get one or two.”
I smile. “I’m grateful, Adrian.”
“You’ve been on a run for a couple of years, but now you’re heating up, Ava. That was one hell of an auction.”
“It was probably…” I smile, looking over as Rafe turns and catches my eye, the silver in his hair gleaming. “The second most eventful auction I’ve been to.”
Adrian chuckles. “All ancient history now. Still good for dinner Sunday?”
