“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered and nodded.
I slid it off her shoulders, and when it fell to her feet and exposed her, I was speechless. I hadn’t seen her naked body before, but I had fantasized about it. Every swell, dip, and curve she possessed had been generously poured by God, dipped in gold caramel, and sprinkled with freckles.
Her slim physique contained dangerous curves with more than a handful of breasts that spilled over my hands and between my fingers with nipples that were dipped in toffee. Her flat abdomen flared graciously into slim hips, thick, curvy thighs, and toned legs.
That ass, though, was enough to drive a man wild. I had never understood how the jeans she often wore contained all that ass.
Baby stood before me wearing nothing but her kitten heels. The soft, silky patch of hair between her legs that matched the coppery-red hair on her head had me kneeling and ready to worship her body.
I looked up at her as I fingered her pubic hair and then licked it and sucked it after she gave a subtle nod. My fingers slid between her folds and spread them apart. A whisper of a breath escaped between full, parted lips.
I lifted her leg over my shoulder and slowly stroked her folds until her hips rocked forward, her body pleading for my touch. I sucked her folds and slid my tongue between her flesh as she worked her hips in circles. She tasted so sweet and smooth as silk. When she came explosively with a little shudder after only a couple of minutes, I stood, pulled her close, and kissed her.
She looked into my eyes, and hers were misted over with tears. I tipped her chin and held it between my fingers. “How long, Baby?”
“Two years.”
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to her bedroom. “I promise that as long as there is breath in my body, you will never lack orgasms again. Are you ready for me?”
“I am.”
We had discussed our stats previously, and we were comfortable with having unprotected sex, especially since she was on birth control. When I placed her on the bed, I slowly shed my clothes and watched her watch me. A slow smile curved her lips, and her lids lowered in desire.
When I joined her on the bed, she wasted no time pulling me down to her and kissing me as she palmed my dick and pumped it hard and fast with her free hand.
“Slow down, gorgeous. You and I have a lot of time. You’re about to make me lose my shit.”
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. I’ve waited two years for this moment,” she confessed, lining my erection up with her slick folds.
I kissed her again and whispered, “You haven’t known me for two years,” as I slowly dragged my erection up and down her slit.
“In my heart I did.”
I plunged deep into her with those words, and she screamed out, “Harlem!”
It took me some time, but I slowly sank deeper into her until she folded over me like a pillow. Being inside of Tegan felt like this was where I should have been all along. Everything before her felt foreign to me, but being inside of her was like an extension of my soul.
I kissed her eyes as she whimpered while my body stretched hers. “You are my soulmate, Baby,” I found myself admitting. Her arms wrapped around me, and she held me tightly to her as if she were afraid to let me go.
I shifted and pulled out before I slid back in again. Baby dragged her hand over her breast and caressed my head with her other one.
I thrust deeper and pulled out. I watched her eyes flutter open and closed as I placed my fingers inside of her and scissored her. When I removed them, she watched me closely while I sucked them clean.
“You are everything to me, dulzura.”
“What? What did you just call me?” Her eyes held fear and concern. I knew what she was thinking. I hadn’t called her another woman’s name; I called her the name that spoke to my heart.
“I asked if I could call you Baby until I could call you something else. You’re mine now. They can have Baby. You’re my dulzura.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, working her hips up to meet mine. Her lids were heavy with lust, and her lips were slightly parted, allowing her warm, sweet breath to caress my face.
“Sweetness. From the pastries you bake to your personality to how fuckin’ sweet you taste, you are my sweetness.”
She giggled. “How do you know that word?”
“It’s Spanish. I took it in high school. Eres tan hermosa.”
