Page 79 of Then Came You

Turning, so her body faces me, she peppers soft kisses on my rough jaw. “Baby, as if your Mum isn’t proud of the man you’ve become. How could she not be? You have achieved so much as a scientist and as a CEO. Made real contributions to the lives of so many. You are adored by your family and friends. Xander and Haven love you beyond words, and I see how incredible you are as a dad.”

If it is possible to fall in love with her a little more, I think I just did. This moment with her, under the stars, is all my wishes finally coming true. She’s my wish.

“You were my very last wish I wished for,” I say purposefully, looking into the gleam of her eyes. We’re nose-to-nose, but it won’t stop me from telling her about the last time I looked up at the stars. I move some loose tendrils that have escaped her careless ponytail and continue. “It was a few days before we met. I was miserable. I spoke to Mum about how I wished I could find the same love that she and Dad had. I wanted to fall in love with someone who captivated my soul and all my senses. Someone so unique and unexpected. Ethereal and entrancing. Then you dropped all your little coins, and something in the cosmos shifted for me. We might not make sense to the outside world, Tink, but we make indescribable sense to each other. When I’m with you, I wish I could slow down time or stretch out our moments forever. You’re this euphoria for me I never thought would or could exist for me. What I feel for you is all-encompassing. Inextinguishable. Infinite.”

I pull her against me, needing to feel her lips on mine, just so I can confirm this is real because, well, honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming. She gladly obliges, running her chipped nails through my hair, thoroughly tugging on it, and messing it up. Her inviting tongue tastes like candied dates, which only enhances her natural essence.

“You’re everything I could have ever dreamed of,” she says. I feel her breath in my ear as she tugs me closer. “I’d been waiting for you my whole life.” She squeezes me more firmly. “Honestly, Blade, I didn’t know the meaning of love until you found me.”

I lock lips with her once again, hearing her confession, this time shedding pieces of our clothing.

Her eyes glitter as she looks at me. “Make love to me under the stars?”

Row makes something as simple as breathing feel brand new again. And something tells me she’s about to make love feel new again.

We work at removing each other’s clothes. I’ve been so used to seeing her simple but scintillating cotton sets that I almost miss the fact she’s wearing a silky bra and g-string.

“Do you like them?” She hesitates, nibbling her bottom lip. I nod wordlessly, my mouth parted at the mere sight of her. I can see her piercings poking through the flimsy material, making my mouth water with urgency.

She rearranges herself so she’s kneeling over my cock, our bodies firmly pressed against one another. It’s the dead of winter, but you’d think we were in Death Valley, with the crackling heat between us.

Running my hands up and down her sides, I feel her crumble on top of me. Just as she’s about to say something, I deftly snap the hook and eye off her bra, letting it fall into the crest of her elbows. Immediately, my greedy tongue finds one of her stiff sensitive nipples, causing her to cry out. They’re the perfect shade of pink, just like both sets of her lips.

Every time I see her barbells, I’m satisfactorily reminded of the words she has skewered through her nipples. Daddy’s. Little. Baby. Slut. I hungrily slurp and nibble them, knowing how crazy it makes Row.

When she begins bouncing slowly, my balls all but bust. The satiny texture of the scrap of material she’s wearing against her sloppy slit is velvety heaven against my rigid cock.

“Blade?” She tears her mouth away from my neck.

She can’t possibly want to talk right now. I’m physically incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together.

“What?” I grunt, feasting on her chest like it’s the juiciest thing I’ve ever tasted.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Show me,” I demand, bucking up into her. The sooner she tells me what it is, the sooner I get to rip the small triangle between her legs off and slide inside her.

She reaches for one of my hands and trails it down to her body until we get to the triangle patch between her legs. Gliding my hand beneath the fabric, I let her lead me to her tight cunt. As I reach further, my hand stills at a tiny, cold, foreign object. My brain short circuits.

“Is that?” I attempt to ask her a question.

“A clit ring. Yep.” She emphatically nods, tilting her head back the more my fingers explore.

Pre-cum ejaculates from my exposed slit, painting her panties in white.

This is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.

Fuck. I need to see it.

“Show me.” Her hooded gaze dizzies me as she kneels up to slide the string down her legs. Once they’re haphazardly tossed to the side, she sits back down, only this time her pussy is pressed up against my cock.

I can see the clit piercing in all its glory. It’s a bar with a ball or little round crystal on each end that runs right through her hood. I can tell it’s still fresh with how raw the skin is around it, but fuck me if it isn’t the dirtiest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

A minute or two, or more passes before I rip my eyes away from Row playfully and languorously touching herself. I can see it’s driving her wild, and therefore me too.

“When? Why didn't you tell me?” I bat her hand away and replace it with my thumb instead, rolling over the piercing and bud. When she jolts, I decide I want to continue my gentle assault.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I had it done after the last time we had sex. Oh. Fuck. Keep doing that.” I smile as she loses all sense of reality the harder I press my thumb to her clit.

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