“Only for you.”
“Put me inside you, love. I’ve dreamt of that tight pussy every fucking night.”
Nairie sucked in a breath and gripped me at my base, angling her hips over me and using the wall behind her as leverage. My hands were still kneading her backside as the tip of my dick entered her hot, wet heat. I nearly collapsed from the feeling. She let out a soft moan, and I thrust myself the rest of the way.
She let out a loud curse.
I grunted. “Don’t ever leave me again, Nairie. This pussy is mine.”
An unintelligible plea fell from her lips, and I started pumping inside her, bouncing her up and down on my dick as her hair swayed with the motions. She had never looked more beautiful than while I fucked her. The blush on her cheeks intensified, the brown in her eyes looked like melted chocolate, and her mouth was red and pouty from my savage kisses.
I thrust harder inside her, feeling her silky heat clamp down on me as I hit her sweet spot. Nairie’s grip on my shoulders tightened as she clawed at my shirt.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. This is just the first orgasm. Give it to me.”
Nairie shrieked, and her pussy milked me for all I was worth. It only took me two more pumps until I came myself and rode out the wave of our pleasure in languid strokes until we were both panting. We leaned our slick foreheads against one another for support.
“Oh my god,” she breathed out.
I chuckled and kissed Nairie deeply.
I leaned back to look into her eyes, staying inside her for further proof that this wasn’t a dream. “Are you really here?”
Nairie laughed and stroked the side of my face. “Yes, honey.”
I held her hand against my face and breathed in the smell of her. “Honey and sex all in one day? I’m the luckiest man on earth.”
Nairie laughed and leaned in to kiss me sweetly on the lips. I wrapped her in a hug, gripping her with a firm hold as I walked us to the bed.
I kept hold of her waist as I leaned above her. “How are you here right now?”
Nairie tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and stroked my forearm. “I won the art contest, and it came with a free trip to one of the cities for their next mural. Edinburgh was on the list, and I know it’s semi-close to you. But I would have come anyway.”
“You won?! Why didn’t you tell me? We’ve been texting this whole week.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise. All they needed for the Venice mural were my design files. A team of painters is going to make it come to life over the next couple of months. After that was settled, I asked if I could start early on the next one here.”
“When will the Venice mural be up?”
“In a couple months.”
“I’m so proud of you. That’s incredible.”
Nairie smiled and looked at me like I was her everything. “I love you, William. I’ve always loved you, and I’m sorry it took me this long to say and that I broke things off how I did.”
I cradled her head and lifted her to meet my kiss.
She loved me, and she was here.
I’d never felt such sweet relief, such fullness, like my heart was going to burst.
“And I’m here to stay for as long as you’ll have me,” she said.
“You’re here to stay?”
Nairie nodded and pushed me to my back as she straddled me. “Yes. I’m going to work on the next mural for their store in the city, and after that, who knows. My parents have been really supportive since Baba’s heart attack. And of us. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I should have done this weeks ago.”
I was too stunned to speak.
