She leans down, hovering her plump lips above mine. “Your turn.”
“I love you,” I whisper.
Then the taste of us is on my tongue.
A groan rumbles out of me. “Fuck, baby, that’s hot.”
She attempts to roll off me, but before she can, I loop my arms around her waist and force her to sink into me.Just a little longer.
Only when our combined climax is dry and sticky between us do we stumble our way to the shower, where she lets me fuck her—and come inside her—again.
The thrill of seeing my cum run down her leg is addicting. Fuck. I don’t know how I’ll ever give it up.
What’s even more addictive is being on the receiving end of her declaration of love. Now that we’ve unleashed those words, neither of us can stop vocalizing it.
“You sure I didn’t freak you out?” I plug my phone into its charger, then climb into bed.
Millie is on her back, so I lay my head on her chest, nuzzling into her breast like I would a pillow.
“You didn’t freak me out.” She runs her fingers through my damp hair. “Maybe a little cliché in delivery…”
“Hey.” I sink my teeth into her tit as punishment for that sass, and she pulls my hair in return. “I’m glad you said it back. I don’t know what I would have done if you left me hanging.”
“Thank you for being brave enough to say it first.” She kisses the top of my head.
Warmth blooms in my chest. “Looks like you’re rubbing off on me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Aside from my mom, you’re the most courageous woman I know.”
“First of all, please do not mention your mother while we’re naked in bed.”
I snicker at that.
“Second…” She trails off for a beat, her fingers running listlessly at my roots. “You helped me get that piece of myself back. So, thank you.”
With a kiss to the hollow of her neck, I settle back down and let the delicate rhythm of her heartbeat lull me to sleep.
40
Millie
BY THE SOUNDof the heavy machinery outside, I know it’s morning before I even open my eyes. Keeping them closed, I flip through memories of last night. Our time together was a dream, and I’m not ready to wake up.
Ezra told me he loves me. And I let him come inside me. I opened the floodgates—pun intended—by taking that next step in our relationship, and I’m certain that he won’t want to stop.
I can’t blame him. It was unbelievable, having all of him inside me. I don’t know what kind of magic his seed is laced with, but just the memory of that moment has me needy and squirming under the sheets.
He stirs beside me and lazily drags a hand up my thigh. “Mmm,” he groans in that morning voice I want to record and play every day while I’m away. “What did you dream about that’s got you so wet?” He whips back the sheets, and the cool air of the bedroom instantly assaults me. He parks himself between my legs and rests his chin on my belly. “Morning, gorgeous.”
Suddenly, being awake has its perks.
The person who said exercise was the best way to start the day was sorely mistaken. I’d kill to be woken up like this for the rest of my life.
And my heart rate is definitely up. Surely that counts as exercise.
“Now sit on my cock and tell me you love me.”
