Page 56 of Inevitably Yours

Only his eyes moved. “Oh, I’m going to touch you, just not like this.” A quick flick of his tongue left no doubt to his meaning. “But,” he inhaled again, then straightened his back, “first, I am going to touch you with my dick.”

When John wiped his lower lip with his thumb and groaned, Gus quivered. Reaching for the foil packet on the bed, John continued, “Oh, I am definitely going to indulge in that delectable treat before I allow you to rest tonight, but I love being inside your body so, dessert can wait.”

It didn’t escape her notice that he had used the L-word, twice now, but both times were things about her, not her. She would just have to be content with feeling it from him and not hearing it. And she was most certainly feeling it now.

“Now,” he tossed the condom onto her belly, “put it on.”

John stood there regally waiting for her to do as he commanded.

After the package was open, she reached for him, staring at the most delectable cock she’d ever laid eyes on. She just wanted to lick it like a popsicle.

John halted her hand with a firm grip. “With your mouth.”

Augusta kneelingon the edge of the bed was a sight that would burn into his memories. Seeing her there brought all kind of dirty ideas to his mind. So many deliciously dirty things.

Knowing she was comfortable doing them meant the world to him. He spoke the truth when he told her he didn't need to dominate her in the traditional sense to be fulfilled, he just enjoyed being in charge, but he wouldn’t turn it down on occasion, either.

Augusta never ceased to surprise him. She was warm and sweet and innocent, but she was also courageous and just the right amount of raunchy. It was enough. Enough so he felt the right amount of control.

Enough so he didn’t feel trapped.

Enough to finally buy a velvet box.

Just, enough.

John even imagined giving Augusta the reins and letting her direct him. That was a thought that spoke volumes. He had never really entertained the possibility, but Augusta somehow gave him what he needed before he even knew he needed it.

All thought fled when Augusta’s warm mouth wrapped around him. Every single stroke of her tongue as she tried to roll the condom all the way up damn near pushed him over the edge. He was walking a fine line, and when she added a finger to assist in her task, John shoved her to the bed. He finished rolling on the condom and was seated to the hilt inside his own personal Eden before he even remembered moving.

Both were shocked by his action, his impatience. His groan was loud, primal. Even with the overwhelming pleasure clouding his reasoning, Augusta meant more than his own needs. The “ahhh” he forced from her by his thoughtless invasion gave him pause.

Was it pain-laced or just surprise?

“Did I hurt you?” If he had caused her pain, he couldn’t bear it. He attempted to push back and exit her body, but he was halted when her nails dug into his ass. That bordered on pain.

“Don’t you dare.” John tossed her a questioning look. She answered by bringing her body up to his and pulling him down at the same time, grinding against him once their bodies met.

“Ahhh, that wasn’t pain,” she panted as he started to move. John was still skeptical but was helpless to control his own body. “Not the bad kind, anyway.”

Another facet of Augusta was revealed. She was proving to be a very complicated lady, and he was loving every layer he peeled back.

John’s body took over, and he needed to bring her pleasure. He needed her to know how much he loved her, and yes, needed her.

And that didn’t send him into a panic as it used to.

Need was a dirty word to him. Needing someone meant you would be devastated when they were taken away. And in his experience, they were always taken away eventually.

He wasn’t laboring under the delusion that Augusta could never be taken away from him, he was just satisfied with whatever he could have with her in the interim. If she were to walk away from him tomorrow, she would go with his heart, but he would never regret letting himself feel what he was feeling—experiencing the miracle that is Augusta Rain Thorne.

“John, oh God…John,” she called his name in that way he had only just recently became acquainted with but already craved. She was on the cusp of flying. He could hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes, and feel it with his cock.

Her body began to ripple around him as he pummeled with purpose. “Ah, fuuuck,” she screamed and convulsed with pleasure—pleasure he had given her. And, she said fuck. The combination of all those things was wrenching the bliss from his body while Augusta was coming down.

Then those words escaped her sweet lips. Words she had whispered to him under the influence. Words he had longed to trust but had not been repeated, so he kept his hope in check. “I love you.” Quiet. Said in the tone of pleasure and exhaustion.

A whispered proclamation that shouted inside his head, resonated inside his body, and echoed in his heart, thrusting him into orgasm with his next inward stroke. Suspended in that moment between pleasure and satiation, he held his body rigid. His voice was frozen, but the sensations were vivid.

The moment relaxed and a sharp, “I love you, too,” flew from his lips as he collapsed on top of her. Still inside her body, aftershocks firing, the undeniability of it all became clear.

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