Every part of her is beautiful, every part represents a journey or experience, and I love and crave every inch. The taste of her is what wet dreams are made of and now I greedily want more. More of her, more of us, more everything.
“Hunter, I’m so close,” she says between gritted teeth. I nod against her pussy, lifting one of her thighs over my shoulder, then drive my fingers deeper, faster, harder inside her. I flick her clit with my tongue, rolling and sucking it between my lips then like a volcano, she explodes as the sensation overtakes her.
Once she stops shaking, I place her leg down, give her pussy one final kiss, then make my way back to her lips. Her breathing steadies, and I look into her bright blue eyes that hold so much truth to the way she feels. We both spent time avoiding the way we felt at some point. But no more.
Leaning on my side next to her, I tilt her chin toward me so she can not only hear the sincerity in what I’m about to say, but see it too. “Your imperfections are what make you perfect. Your vulnerability makes you human. But your heart? That’s what I love most about you, Lennon. Everything you do is with purpose and heartfelt. It’s why even when I wanted to hate you, I couldn’t. You had me wrapped around your finger for so long, I’d forgotten what it felt like not to have you in my life in some way, but I know I never wanna go back to that. I want you. I’m just as ridiculously in love with you, Lennon Corrigan. Always. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” she simply states with a sweet smile.
“You’ve got that right, sweetheart.” Nothing could ever change that.
“Say it again,” she whispers when I brush our lips together.
“Sweetheart?” I ask.
“No. That you love me.” Her taunting tone makes me smirk at her bossiness. “I wanna hear you say it again.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather I show you?” I tease, kissing my way toward her ear. “Because I really, really, really want to show you,” I whisper in agony.
Lennon slides her hand down my stomach and over my groin, rubbing her palm over my noticeable erection. “Then you better say it fast, Manning.”
“Fuck.” I groan loudly, my head falling back as she continues touching me. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.”
“You’re running out of time…” She pops the button, then slowly unzips my pants.
I grab her wrist, forcing her to stop from going any further. “I see how we’re playing this game.”
“What?” She looks at me innocently. “Did you really think you were the only one who could get what they want from sexual favors?”
Chuckling, I shake my head at my little devil. “I’ve underestimated you,” I tell her, though I’m only half-serious. I’ve unfortunately heard Brandon and her for years being in the bedroom next to mine and though I wish I could clear it from my brain, it’s not as easy to do with all the history between us or the way I felt about her.
“Should never underestimate a Pisces,” she states with a smug smile. “We may be known to be caring and loyal, but we’re also very intuitive.”
I want to make a smartass comment about how she wasn’t intuitive enough to know how I felt over the past few years, but I also don’t want her to stop touching my dick, so I keep my mouth shut.
“You want to hear me say it again?”
She nods with a smile.
I cup her cheek and brush my lips softly against hers before pulling back. “I’m so in love with you, Lennon, that I was willing to live the rest of my life as only your friend as long as it meant I got to be with you every day. Even as just friends. Or roommates. I would’ve learned to accept it. Love you proudly but silently. There was never a chance in hell I’d fall for someone else when I already had what I needed—you. It would’ve been lonely after a while, sure, but I was ready to do it. I wasn’t walking away from you or Allie. I’ll never walk away, which is something I’ve been trying to prove to you since Brandon died. You needed someone to lean on and grieve with, but I did too. Everytime you pushed me away, I was determined to pull you closer. You fought me, and it only made me love you harder. You denied me, but I loved you from afar.”
“Hunter…”
“Hold on.” I take a second to catch my breath. “So I will tell you every single day, for the rest of our lives, night or day—I love you, Lennon. I love you so fucking much my heart goes into convulsions just thinking about it. I’ve never said those words to a woman before, and I don’t say them lightly. Because you’re it for me. You always have been.”