Never looked more like mine.
As we move together, I trace fingertips over the line of her collarbone. Her skin pebbles as I move a hand to her breast. I knead the softness, dragging my thumb over her hardened nipple as I play her like a guitar.
Victoria squirms beneath my touch, causing her walls to clamp tighter down on me. Each piston of my hips leaves it harder to withdraw.
I’m not nearly ready for this to be over, but the friction wears at my self-control.
She feels so tight and so perfect, I don’t know how much longer I can last.
She curls her fingers over my shoulders again, bringing more of my weight down on her as she lifts her hips to meet me.
I go willingly, giving her more-giving her all of me.
She arches into me as I roll my hips, our groans and moans quieter without the spray of water to cover the sound.
I kiss her deeper, lingering on her angelic mouth to muffle our moans.
One day I’d move her into my mansion. There, our gratified cries could carry through a whole wing without anyone overhearing.
For now, I’d bask in the present. In watching the moment she’s about to come undone again.
Never mind about holding on, I refuse to let go now-not until she’s had her fill.
“Simon, I…” Her eyelids flutter closed, long eyelashes fanning her cheeks. “I don’t usually come-not through sex. But I feel like I might…”
I thrust into her again, deeper and harder, savoring each whimper and moan. Drawing out each withdrawal of my cock to pound into her again and again.
“Oh-oh-oh.
Unnhhh.”
I’m a hundred feet tall, and it’s all because of this woman.
Gritting my teeth, I angle my hips a bit and bury myself all the way to the sheath.
I feel the ripples starting, my release threatening to barrel through me as every muscle in her body pulls taut.
As she tumbles over the edge, I cover her mouth with mine. Muffling her sweet gasps as one by one, the threads on my willpower snap.
As the shudders wracking her body abate, the last thread goes, eradicating every ounce of self-restraint.
I empty into her with a roar, pumping and jerking my hips until I’ve released every last drop. I ride out the waves of pleasure, jagged exhales leaving my throat raw in the best of ways.
Then I tumble to the bed at Victoria’s side, a heap of sweaty, spent limbs. As soon as I can almost breath again, I wind my arms around her and pull her body to mine so we can recover from our tawdry workout together.
As the ability to conjure thoughts and sentences returns, Victoria coasts a fingertip over the veins and line of muscle in my forearm. “These arms, they do something funny to my tummy and my brain. All I can think about when you cross your arms is, forearms, forearms, forearms.”
She isn’t holding back anymore, and I’ll never tire of her touch. I also make a note to cross my arms around her more often.
Soon she’ll find out everything. Due to our steamy sessions in the shower and between the sheets, I feel more confident that everything will go better when I tell her.
I’ve shown her just how amazing we can be together, without my business or name ruining it before it could get off the ground. I tell myself it’s enough.
It has to be.
But right now, this moment is for just the two of us, at our realest, basest selves.
“So that was…” Victoria hums as if she’s tasted chocolate from the Swiss Alps. A place I now plan to take her to so she can experience it herself.
“Wow.”
“Yes, we’re very good at that,” I say. “Although practice makes perfect.”
She giggles, the sound extraordinarily carefree.
Rolling onto her side causes her breasts to graze my chest. I skim my fingertips along her side, from waist to the luscious curve of her ass, and she threads her fingers through my damp hair.
Moonlight spills through the blinds, illuminating her tender concern as she minds my injury. Which, funny enough, I managed to forget existed entirely. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m sure,” I say. And since she lowered her defenses earlier in the shower, I suppose it’s my turn. “I want you to know, I’ve never felt this way before.”
She stills, cocking her head at me. “What way?”
I clear my throat, hesitating. It’ll leave me raw and exposed, but I don’t have to pretend or be someone else. Not with her.
“Like I belong somewhere,” I admit, my voice more serious.
Victoria’s eyes go shiny in the moonlight, her affection for me radiating from her like the star I’ve accused her of being.
Just like that, I know whatever happens, we’ll be okay, as long as we take it on together.
Something she confirms with one of the nicest, best things anyone’s ever said to me. “You do, Simon.” She places a hand on my cheek and scoots close enough to peck me on the lips. “You belong with me.”
And with that out there hanging in the air between us, there’s only one thing left to tell her.
Victoria
The first thing I register as I’m slowly coming out of the most blissful sleep I’ve had in a long time is the warm, male body molded to mine.
Simon’s cedar and musk cologne fills my head, leaving it swimming. My cheek rests against his bare chest, rising and falling with each steady inhale and exhale he takes. I once again marvel that his jacked shoulders create such a comfy pillow.
With a happy hum, I nuzzle closer. Letting this man I’ve fallen head-over-heels in love with anchor me in the spectacular present.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve used spectacular to refer to anything in my life, yet it’s the word that fits. A miraculous feat given all the extra drama surrounding our visit to Texas.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.