I grinned naughtily at her.
“You need to catch up,” she said, trying to lift my shirt off while I hovered my mouth over her belly.
I caught up in record time, removing all my clothes in the same time it took her to wiggle out of her underwear.
I moved her legs open and positioned myself between them, looking down at the beautiful sight before me.
“Fuc,k vad sexig du är,” I repeated, and she giggled beneath me.
“I know what that means now, but you don’t have any more clothes to take off.” Her mouth formed a small pout that I knew I needed to kiss.
“I’ll reward you in another way,” I told her before crashing my mouth down on hers, craving her kiss as I slid inside her.
Her hands roamed over my arms, shoulders, and neck as I kissed her like a starving man, desperate for the taste of her.
I started with slow and methodical strokes, but just like with all the other times, once I was inside her, my body needed fast.It wasn’t frantic, but I pushed in and out of her in swift, long strides, relishing how good she felt wrapped around me.
She was plush in all the right places, and the noises she made triggered a possessiveness in me I had never felt before. I wanted to be the one to bring her pleasure. To bring her joy and satisfaction.
Her moans joined mine as her pussy tightened around me and pulses of ecstasy reverberated through my body.
I wasn’t sure if I had ever felt anything as good as being inside Stella. I realized there likely wasn’t ever going to be anyone who could top that feeling. She was it for me. My person.
I wasn’t some twenty-year-old lovesick guy. I was in my forties andhad dated enough women to know when I found the right one. For me, it was the fact that when I pictured doing something in the future—a vacation, celebrating the holidays, whatever—I now always pictured her being a part of it. I hadn’t done that with any other woman.
Stella was it for me, and I planned to keep her as long as she’d let me.
