“But how will we make this work? My Gran still needs me to live with her, and I’m nowhere near the kind of financial situation I’d like to be before settling down …”
“That’s where you have to trust me and let me lead, Sparky. I swear I won’t ever let you down. Or ever leave you or your grandma.”
Warmth spills into my chest, realizing that despite everything, I have found a love like Gran and Grandpa’s.
My inhale shudders, and I bite my bottom lip, eyes threatening to spill over again.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, searching my face.
“I just never in my wildest dreams thought I would find someone like you. I’m not good enough for you, Ambrose. Can’t you see it?”
He shakes his head, passion transforming his face. “Don’t ever talk that way about yourself again. You are enough. Far more than enough. And I’m going to continue showing you that every single day until you believe what I know for a fact.”
He seals his words with the tenderest of kisses.
“Now, you’d better take the tiny headstart I’m about to give you. Because when you see me in the shower next, I’m taking what’s mine. No questions asked. No resistance.”
His words shiver through me, more lines borrowed from my books. I love it. I lovehim. The way he longs to please me, the actions he takes to make me feel special, unique, like the only woman in the world, despite his very large, very aggressive fan base.
“Alright,” I giggle, racing into the bathroom to brush my teeth and slap some water on my face. Perusing my reflection in the mirror, my complexion radiates joy, glowing with a happiness I haven’t seen in so long, I’m not sure it’s ever happened before.
Turning on the shower, I test the water with my hand until it’s perfect before climbing in. The heat feels good on my sore muscles, aches in places I didn’t even know existed.
Memories of last night inundate me in heady waves. By the time my sexy cowboy fireman enters the bathroom, my pussy throbs ravenously. Usually, I would take my own fingers to it in this state, but that seems a sacrilege with this hunky hero around.
Dropping his jogging pants, he steps out of them, stripped of hesitation. I lick my lips hungrily as he enters the shower, cock taut, straight, and huge. Angry veins run down the shaft, and I long to drop to my knees, drawing his smooth head between my lips again.
But he has other plans, poising a condom over the tip and sliding it down his length authoritatively. My breath catches in my throat, yearning animating my body.
His eyes hunger with a dangerous longing as he wraps his arms tightly around me and devours my lips. His hands graze over every inch of me as his mouth undoes me, laying claim tomy body until my heart slams against my chest and the heat between my legs feels sticky and urgent.
“I need to fuck you, Sparky. More than I need air.” He growls, big hands gripping my ass as he lifts me off the ground, pressing my back against the stone tiles of his palatial bathroom.
“Yes, please,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as his hand descends, sliding through my dripping folds and preparing me to take his girth.
“Hot, damn,” he exclaims. “I could get used to having this pussy so slick and ready for me. Begging for my cock.”
“Begging for you, Ambrose,” I whimper as he slowly inches into me. Swirls of shower mist snake around us, entangling us, lacing our futures together.
He focuses on my face, stopping each time I gasp or bite my bottom lip, allowing my body to adjust to his girth before pushing deeper until his long, extravagant thrusts run the full length of his shaft. My eyes roll back in my head, body arching greedily towards him, straining to take all of him, though he’s too big for me.
He shifts me against the wall, changing the angle so that the blunt head of his cock drives into my G-spot again and again. Within minutes, I’m a hot, writhing mess of need, juices dripping down my thighs, begging for him to give me everything.
Finally, I find the words to tell him how truly I need him. Now and always, come what may. And he seconds my words, reassuring and claiming me with every part of his straining, muscular frame until I scream his name, digging my fingernails into his back and shuddering around his hot, thick need.
He follows behind, extending into me with one more powerful stroke as waves of pleasure shudder through him. His body relaxes, grip softening as he pants against my ear, kissing my neck and saying over and over, “I love you.”
By the time we exit the shower, my hands and feet look pruney, and I’m ready to go back to bed, deliciously exhausted by my gorgeous fireman lover. We tease each other as we dress, falling into a new kind of intimacy I could have never imagined with him.
Ambrose is so kind-hearted, so sweet, so delectably naughty and dangerous. And he can’t stay away, always finding another reason to wrap his arms around me and paint me in kisses.
The moment I’m dressed with my glasses in place, he sweeps me into his arms, carrying me downstairs to the kitchen and breakfast. He keeps his cell phone handy in anticipation of Gran’s call.
“How do you take your coffee?” he asks, every new question drawing us closer.
“Cream, no sugar.”
“Like me,” he says, grinning.
