Page 106 of Perfect Pairing
“Open your eyes, honey,” I said, and those vibrant greens popped open. “Be here with me.”
“I’m always with you.” She snaked her arms around my neck, pulling me into her, connecting us from chest to groin. Her legs tangled around my back, squeezing me tightly, cocooning me in her embrace.
I buried my face in her neck as I increased the pulse of my hips, working us faster, breathing her in and imprinting every single sensation of this moment on my memory.
“Have I ever told you that you smell like cake batter?” I asked, darting my tongue out to lick a path up her throat. “And taste just as fucking sweet.”
“Ez,” she whined as her legs started to shake.
“Watch me, baby,” I said, shifting to finger her clit. “Watch me as we unravel.”
“I’m here.” Her eyes, though heavily-lidded, locked on mine. They widened slightly as I brushed my thumb against her nub then pumped into her roughly, harder, as I pressed down.
She detonated with a cry, her entire body arching off the bed to meet mine where I hovered above her. I followed her down, the tight squeeze of her pussy milking my own release.
Time warped and stilled, and my heart expanded almost painfully in my chest. This woman was mine, and this round of sex wasn’t simply our first time making love.
It was a claiming, Brie imprinting herself on my soul in a way I knew I’d never be rid of. Hell, I never wanted to be rid of it, of her. Of how tightly she held me, comforted me, brought me back to life. Of her beautiful body and even more impressive mind. Of her laughter, how her green eyes sparkled, shifting from emeraldto pine depending on her mood.
I felt like I lived entire lifetimes in the span of seconds, and clear as day, I could see our life together stretch out before us. This was only the beginning.
As we came apart together, as Brie quivered beneath me and my cock pulsed deep inside her, draining me dry, our gazes remained locked, and tears slowly leaked from Brie’s eyes.
I’d barely come down before I rocked back on my heels and gathered her in my arms, holding her tightly to me.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“Not this time,” she said with a wet chuckle, and I lightly pinched her side in retaliation. When she pulled away, she wore the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. “Haven’t you ever seen happy tears?”
Warmth spread through me as I grinned in response.
“I promise, honey. Happy tears are the only kind I’ll ever make you cry.”
“I’m counting on it,” she said, then captured my mouth with hers.
She tasted salty and sweet.
Like forever.
Likemine.
Near-blinding sunlight streaming throughthe open curtains pulled me from sleep the next morning. Sometime in the night, the storm had broken, but Brie and I had been too wrapped up in talking and trading orgasms to notice. Still asleep, she sprawled across me—her head on my chest, arm slung over my middle, leg hooked over mine. My hand was buried in her hair, and I’d forever marvel at the silky strands, obsessed with the way they slipped so easily through my fingers. Her mouth was parted slightly, adorable puffs of air leaving her and fanning over my chest. Sighing contentedly, I wrapped my arms tighter around her, and she whimpered in her sleep before settling again, a small smile on her lips.
Fuck, I loved her so much it hurt.
This strong, selfless, gorgeous, insanely talented woman; a woman I had no right calling mine, but one I’d wake up to on thousands of mornings just like this. I vowed to be the best man for her. She deserved nothing less than my everything.
“Good morning.”
I turned toward her sleepy voice, grinning down at her as she blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes.
“Good morning, gorgeous. How’re you feeling?”
She stretched next to me, rolling onto her back and offering me a full view of her perfect fucking body. I couldn’t help bending over her and cupping her breasts as I dropped my mouth to hers.
“Sore,” she said when I pulled away. “In the best way.”
“How about we head back to the winery, and I’ll make you breakfast?”
