As I skim my hands over her hips and climb back up her body, I cage her in a second and explain. “I don’t plan to slam anything today, Vale.”
I’m going to fucking make love to her.
Sliding my hands up each of her arms, I let my dick fall between her thighs, the tip bobbing at her entrance a minute while I kiss Vale until I’m a stirred-up mess.
Reaching between us to angle myself better, I swipe the tipof my dick through her slick folds, teasing us both with where I intend to go.
“Cortland,” she whimpers, wrapping one leg around my hip.
“Soon, baby,” I warn, squeezing the base of my shaft to hold myself back, counting from sixty backward to keep myself from coming too soon. “I want you to go off on the tip.”
“You know I’m not like that,” she groans. She can’t come on demand. But she will.
“Want to feel you dripping on my cock. Giving me all that sweetness. Teasing me with your sweet sting.”
I kiss along her neck. “You’re gonna squeeze me so hard.” I moan as well, fighting the building sensation, the anticipation of having her wrapped around me again. “Your sweet little cunt is so ready for my dick.”
The words spur Vale on. She likes it a little dirty, and I twirl the tip of my cock against her clit, holding back until we’re both ready to break.
Thankfully, Vale tips over the edge again and the second she lets loose, I slam into her, though that hadn’t been my intention. I just want to feel her going off around me, igniting that spark that radiates my world, and adds an additional thump to my heart.
Because that’s what Vale does to me. She’s sunlight and new life and the buzzing in my chest.
“Yes, Vale,” I groan, sliding my hands back up her arms, lifting them both above her head where we clasp hands. Fingers mingled with fingers, gripping each other hard, holding on like we’ll never let go.
I don’t intend to. Never again will something come between us. Not me, not her, not outside forces.
“Bee.” My back seizes and my balls tighten, and I go off inside her with a sharp cry that makes no sense.
I might have cried once before, into her shoulder, out ofshame and frustration and disappointment in myself, but today, the clouds in my eyes are this overwhelming emotion of faith and trust and love for her.
Vale gives me my moment, releasing inside her, filling her up with all this pent-up emotion and sensual sensation, and then she’s cupping my face, and we’re kissing like we didn’t just expel every ounce of energy between us.
Until the kisses turn soft, and our bodies are a replete tangle of legs and arms wrapped around one another.
A private hive between a queen and her humble worker, who plans to serve her all the days of his life.
Vale and I linger in bed another few moments before I suggest a shower. Our margaritas are probably melted, and our burgers await us. I need food energy for all the ways I plan to continue worshipping this woman tonight.
Our shower is playful, but perfunctory, and Vale eventually exits wearing only a towel around her midsection.
“I’m going to get my bee revival kit. Later, you can fuck me while I wear only it.”
“Jesus,” I hiss, swiping a hand down my face, as I step out of the shower as well, already growing hard and hungry for her again. She’s got a dirty little mouth that I love and I’m planning to tell her exactly how I feel later.
When she’s wearing only that keychain tied to a ribbon and riding over me.
As Vale pads down the hallway, still wearing only a towel, I wrap one around my waist.
Maybe the burgers can wait. We have all night to eat a meal.
Then I hear Vale scream, and I rush to the middle of my house, finding a very startled Vale and an even more surprised son.
“Josh?”
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