Besides, I had other ways of communicating my feelings to her.
“Well, thank you, Mr. Keller. I’m flattered.” She moved a few steps closer to me, still looking embarrassed. As usual, I took the initiative and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me.
Her perfect body molded itself immediately to mine.
I grabbed her ass, giving it a rough grope. She jumped, putting her hands on my shoulders.
“I want to fuck you, Babygirl.” I kissed her neck, breathing in her smell. “Right now. Can’t wait any more.”
I kissed her hungrily—a powerful, rough, carnal kiss.
I whispered to her that she was my everything.
That she and our daughter were my world.
I whispered that my soul was hers and there was no reason for a shell to exist without a pearl to protect.
And now, I had two precious pearls to keep safe.
I guided her to the leather couch I kept in my office. Not for clients, as I led people to believe, but for exactly this kind of fuck session with my woman. I laid her out beneath me, continuing to devour her mouth as I positioned myself between her thighs. I spread them wide until I could access that special spot, my heaven.
It was a funny thing, a devil like me spending so much time trying to get into heaven.
I squeezed one of her breasts and pinched her nipple, swallowing her gasps. My hands touched her everywhere, down her stomach and further to her mons before pulling her panties aside.
When I stroked her between her legs, I found her sweetly wet and ready for me.
“How many times today have you thought about me doing this to you?” I pushed my fingers ungently into her and there she was, her flesh slick and boiling. She arched beneath me and shifted her pelvis to accommodate my movements. She looked deep into my eyes, mouth opened, to let out those moans that were music to ears. She hooked her legs around one another against my ass and clawed my back, still covered by my shirt.
“Always. I always want you. I think about you all the time,” she murmured breathlessly. I wanted to hear that from her every day. I loved hearing how often she thought of me, how much she cared about me, and how deeply she desired me, how it was just the same for her as it had been that first day we met.
I loved to hear that she couldn’t live without me because I couldn’t live without her either.
“That’s how it is for me, too. I’m constantly thinking about you two when I’m not with you. You are my life,” I admitted. Selene had always had the key to the dark, hidden treasure chest that contained my heart.
“And you’re ours,” she answered between moans as I tore off her panties. I had no problem letting her go home without them. She was going home when I did anyway. And I would surely fuck her again when we got there.
I undid my leather belt, undid the button on my pants, and lowered my zipper before letting her take over.
She didn’t strip me, she just wrapped her hand around my erection, and I groaned as she began to firmly stroke it.
I kissed her, licking and nibbling greedily like I was drawing sustenance from her lips.
Then, with a harsh jerk of my hips, I was inside her.
My version of romance merged with her purity, her nobility, her ocean, and herlove.
That fucking word again. Perhaps, in the end, I’d fallen victim to it myself.
I squeezed my eyes shut and reveled in the hot sensation of invading her, of becoming a man who, despite the past that still clung to him, was living a better future.
I shivered because it was always a little surreal to me to realize that I really had been lucky enough to find my Neverland.
She really existed, and she was right there with me.
Her eyes locked on mine, her hands clasping my tense biceps as I moved urgently against her. She gasped, and I gave her a harder thrust until she let out a high-pitched cry that she muffled against the bend of my neck. I pounded deeply into her, impulsive and implacable.
I felt a visceral need to lose myself in her.
