Page 56 of Cru's Crush
“Daphne, don’t shut me out,” he said barely above a whisper.
“I’m not. It’s the opposite. I’m so overwhelmed by what I feel…” Tears leaked when I gazed into the warmest eyes I’d ever known.
He brushed the hair from my forehead, cupped my cheek, then kissed me at the same time his body began to move again. He thrust slowly at first, then harder and deeper.
“Put your legs around me,” he said, using one hand to lift my bottom. The change in angle caused him to swell and pulse. “Not yet,” he said, even though his breathing accelerated and he only held still a few seconds.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Daphne. We have all the time in the world to make love, but I need you in a different way first.” He leaned down and sucked one hardened nipple into his mouth, then moved to the other. He adjusted me a second time, not thrusting again until I could feel him pressing against my G-spot.
“Fuck me, Cru,” I begged.
Three words, very different than the ones I’d stopped myself from saying earlier, turned him into a man possessed. He pounded into me again and again, forcing my pussy to clench around him.
When I cried out, tightening my legs and arms, holding him as close to me as I could, I exploded with an orgasm so powerful it brought me to tears a second time. He brought his lips to mine in a passionate andpossessive kiss, then I felt him convulse like I had. Did he know he’d just made me his? That I’d never be intimate with any other man again?
He shifted us to our sides without withdrawing from my body, draping my leg over his thigh.
“There are things I want to say—no, need to say—but I’m so afraid you’re not ready to hear them,” he said, stroking my lower lip with his finger.
I leaned forward and kissed his chest, right above his heart, then looked into his eyes. “I love you, Enzo. I have for so long. When I think about the time we wasted when we could’ve been together, the hurt is almost unbearable.”
“You love me?”
“I do, and not as a friend. Although you are that. You’re my best friend, my confidante, my hero, my protector, and now, you’re also my lover.”
He gripped my neck and brought his forehead to mine. “I feel like I’ve loved you all my life. I’ve longed for this. Yearned for it. No matter how often I told myself I shouldn’t push you, I was too weak to give you the time and space you needed to accept the two of us as a couple.”
I smiled. “I didn’t need time, Cru. I only needed you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I was just too stupid to see it.”
“I love you, Daphne.”
“I love you, Enzo.”
He separated himself from my body and went to dispose of the condom. When he returned with another, I shook my head.
“I don’t want anything between us.”
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“Completely. I have an IUD, so I won’t get pregnant, and it’s been a very long time since I’ve been intimate with anyone.”
He knelt between my legs and positioned his already hard cock at my entrance but didn’t breach my welcoming flesh. Instead, he rolled to his back, bringing me with him. I straddled him, and with his powerful hands, big enough to almost wrap around my waist, he guided me onto him, thrusting once so hard I almost had another orgasm.
“Fuck me, Daphne,” he demanded, putting both hands on my breasts, capturing my nipples between his fingers, and pulling. In the same way he had, I letgo, bringing us both to climaxes so brilliant I swore I saw stars.
Cru kept his promise of our making love until sunrise. As it came up on the horizon, he wrapped us both in the comforter he pulled from the bed and we snuggled on the porch swing, knowing that with the dawn came a new life for us both. We’d work together, our passion for making wine filling our hearts as much as our passion for each other.
Somehow, I knew I’d never leave the man who held me so close and made me feel safe and loved. I’d live out the rest of my days here with him, on the land his ancestors had made their home, and now, Cru and I would too.
My parents leftto return to Australia two days after our dinner. When they’d arrived, I felt certain they’d try to convince me to go back with them. However, the subject never came up. We said a tearful goodbye at the airport after my father made Cru promise he’d take good care of me.
We stood side by side and watched them go through security, waving until they were out of sight.
“It seems more real now,” I murmured.
“What’s that?” Cru asked.
“My life here.”
