She shifts her hips and lines me up with her entrance. With her arm around my neck, I push into her with one smooth stroke and let out a harsh breath.
Her back arches off the couch and her nipples brush my chest, sending sparks into my bloodstream.
She claws at my back and I begin to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until my pace is urgent and desperate.
Her body tenses and I see stars. An orgasm builds, rising fast and hard.
I grab her by the hips, push into her again, and quickly find a relentless rhythm. My arms shake as I struggle to hold myself up.
I thrust my hips and jerk hard. I give her everything I am. Her soft cries echo against my chest as she arches into me, her eyes locked on mine, completely unafraid of the man who holds her world in his hands.
And just when I think we can go a few more seconds, with one hard clench around me, she arches her back, cries out my name, and as she bursts in complete ecstasy, I feel myself fall from the clouds.
My vision blurs as I stiffen above her, groaning as I fill her with my cum.
Then I collapse on her, smiling at the melodious sound of her laughter as her smaller arms wrap around me in a big hug.
“Why are you laughing?” I grumble against her chest. “Never seen a grown man shatter over a woman?”
She laughs again and tightens her arms around me. “Never seen that one before. But I’ve seenmyman shatter overme. You’re so beautiful when you do that.”
I raise a questioning brow. “Beautiful?”
She leans forward, then places a soft peck on my lips. “Youarebeautiful, Leo. Every inch of you is. Every scar on your body has a story to tell, and I think that’s beautiful.”
I grunt in response, but my heart warms. I drop my head to her chest again and skim my fingers down her hips. “I could stay here all day.”
“Me too,” she hums. “But we have a lot of work to do.”
“I’m supposed to be the workaholic.”
“And I’m meant to be your assistant. Right now mybossis distracted, so it’s my job to get him back on track.”
I smile, then press a quick kiss to the underside of her breast, reveling at the shudder it sends through her. “You take your job too seriously.”
“Uh-huh, you got that right. If I didn’t, we never would have met.”
There’s a second of silence as I let the weight of her words sink in before I raise my head and lift the rest of my body, grinning from ear to ear.
“Fine,” I say. “But we have at least five minutes left before I need to leave for that meeting, and I intend to make good use of them.”
“But, Leo—” she gasps, a deep moan ripping through her throat when my cock slides into her and hits the spot. “Leo…”
I kiss her neck and thrust again. “Call my name, baby.”
Her beautiful lips part with a chuckle, and she lets herself fall into the bliss of five more minutes.
As I move against her slowly, I whisper broken, breathless promises against the damp skin of her shoulder, her neck, her lips.
“You are safe, ptichka. I have you. You are mine forever.”
I grab her by the hips, steady our pace, and flip us so she’s on top of me, riding every inch of my cock as it aches for her.
Stars dot my vision and I groan, reaching up to squeeze one of her breasts.
Every touch is an intentional reinforcement of my declaration of love and my absolute ownership of her. Every kiss is a quiet, reverent confession of the deep love that’s completely rewritten what we share and who we are.
Our groans of pleasure fill the room. When the storm finally passes, leaving us spent and breathless, we collapse again onto the leather cushions.
