Page 53 of Wrapped Up In You
“Mmm.” I kissed him deeply. “We can both claim the title.”
He hissed as I poured an excessive amount of the cool liquid on his erection, overdoing it in my haste and making a mess. I swiped some of the excess lube and began working myself open, too impatient to let him do it for me.
“Slow down, Hay. I took tomorrow off. We have all night.”
“Can’t. Want you too much.” Deciding I was ready enough, I leaned forward, lining up his cock with my entrance, and slid down his length until he was fully seated inside me.
“Fuuuck,you feel good, baby.” His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as tremors of ecstasy washed through both of us.
Home.
The feeling of him buried so deep was like coming home, and something settled inside me. It was peace and comfort and joy and love. I’d never stop chasing this feeling for as long as I lived.
He rocked his hips, urging me to move, and I obliged, sliding up and down his length, picking up the pace, until we were a blur of movement. The sound of our bodies slapping over and over was obscene, and the muscles in my thighs and hamstrings screamed as I pushed myself faster and harder, chasing both our orgasms.
I leaned over, bracing my hands on the floor next to his shoulders, changing the angle and trapping my dick between us, then continued our frantic pace. Grunts and groans added to the soundtrack of our lovemaking as this new angle gave my dick the delicious friction it had been missing, and he pegged my prostate over and over.
Balls drawn up tight, knowing I was about to blow, I took his mouth in mine, wanting to be as connected as possible when our orgasms detonated. Moments later, he tensed inside me, thrusting with his hips and painting my insides with his release. My own orgasm followed, spreading in sticky spurts between us. We muttered and mumbled, our words incoherent and nonsensical as the aftershocks rolled through us until my arms finally gave out and I collapsed on top of him in a sweaty, sticky mess. As far as I was concerned, I never wanted to move from this spot ever again. My body had become jello.
“Mmm, I’ve missed that,” I said in his ear, still trying to catch my breath.
“Move in with me.”
I found the strength to pull my head up enough to look at him. “What did you say?”
“I said, move in with me.” The bastard dropped that bomb on me and didn’t even bother to open his eyes.
“Are you serious?”
He did open his eyes then. “Yeah. You said you missed this. Move in with me. I know our schedules are challenging, but if you live with me, I get you in my bed every night. I get to kiss you in the morning before I go to work. You’ll kiss me at night when you come home. I want you here. You belong here with me.”
By the time he finished his little speech, I was grinning from ear to ear. I could picture it—had already pictured it—a life with him. And now that he’d said it aloud, I wanted it with a ferocity that surprised me with its intensity.
“Yes. Absolutely, yes.” I peppered him with kisses all over his face, repeating yes between each one. He laughed and grabbed the sides of my face, stopping my attack and forcing me to look him in the eye.
“I love you, Hayden. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“I love you too, Lucy. So fucking much.”
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