I notched the head of my cock in her entrance. Her cunt was slick and soft.
“Then get used to screaming it, sweetheart.”
“Judah!” she shrieked as I thrust inside.
Her gasp was music to my ears because it was for no other reason than pleasure.
The pleasure of sex.
The pleasure of intimacy.
The pleasure of loving and being loved.
The pleasure of living.
“Breathe for me, little fox.” I slid my hand behind her head and cradled the nape of her neck. “You can do it. Just breathe,” I soothed as I rocked inside her. Amelia choked on her saliva. Her first inhale was desperate. The second was slow and calm. “That’s my girl. Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Uh-huh,” she moaned as I stoked the simmering heat between us with slow, shallow pumps.
I took her hand and held it against my chest. “Feel that?”
“Yeah,” she whimpered as she tilted her hips up, seeking more.
“My heart is yours. It beats for you. My breath is yours. I’d give you my last one without a second thought.”
“Judah . . .”
I groaned as her inner muscles constricted with the whisper of my name.
“I mean it,” I grunted. “Every fucking word.”
She nodded furiously as a groove formed between her tensed brows. “I need you to make me come.”
“It’d be my pleasure,” I whispered against her lips as I ground against her clit, staying buried inside of her as her body contracted around mine, inside and out.
I opened my mouth to tell her all the words on my mind. They rushed to the tip of my tongue in a torrent. But all that came out was a strangled groan as I came.
Amelia was ahead of me—spine arched, head thrown back, sandy hair spilling in a waterfall. The light brown dye had started to fade and Amelia was coming back to herself.
Her cry was one of delight as she came. It was the only sort of cry I wished for her for the rest of our days.
But if the tears did some, I’d be here to wipe them away.
If she ran out of breath, I’d fill her lungs.
If her heart ceased to beat, I’d open my chest and give her mine.
After lazy kisses and languid touches, we cleaned up, dressed, and began to unload the truck.
I caught Amelia staring at me as I pack-muled in the final bags. “What’s that look for?” I asked as I kicked the door shut.
She picked up a spare towel and began to wipe the dust off the countertops. “Nothing.”
I chuckled. “Are you forgetting that I was trained by the government on how to read people?”
She stuck out her tongue, making me laugh.
I came up behind her and slid my hands onto her hips. “What’s on your mind, little fox? I know there’s something.”
