Each inch was a battle worth fighting as I finally managed to slide inside her. She was tight and hot and it was another hole of hers to torture me.
I rested my elbows on either side of her head and dipped my chin so I could kiss her as I fucked her slowly.
I wanted to enjoy this, wanted to savor every moment inside her tight ass.
Knowing I wouldn’t last long, not when I’d been denied access to her for three days, and knowing she was on the brink of implosion, I leaned on one arm so I could slide a hand between us. When I reached her clit, I began to thrum it with my thumb, giving her the touch she needed without the fast speed she liked.
Within seconds, she was panting like she’d run five miles. She was gasping for air, almost pulling away from my lips to breathe, but I didn’t let her. I gave her my air, let her breathe my oxygen.
When she came, she ripped her mouth from mine. The scream that burst from her lungs would have hurt my ears if I hadn’t readied myself for it. It was hot and sharp and so fucking sexy, I felt the cum boil in my balls as I spurted long and hard.
With a roar of my own, I clenched my eyes to process just how awesome that had been.
Christ, what this woman did to me.
I slumped over her, our breathing ragged as we panted in time. Then, I felt her lips, soft and gentle on mine and she whispered, “The air I breathe belongs to you.”
Smiling, I kissed her back and repeated, “The air I breathe belongs to you.”
Resting my forehead against hers, I took a few seconds to appreciate what I had in my arms.
This woman, if she only knew, was my life.
My fucking everything.
It was time I proved that to her.
Sucking down a breath, I whispered, “Aoife?”
She hummed an assent, but her eyes found mine again.
“Marry me?”
Her head tilted to the side. “We’re already married.”
“Marry me properly this time.” My mouth suddenly felt dry and I realized I was more nervous now than I’d been the first time I proposed. “I want you to have the white dress and the bridesmaids. The bachelorette party and the honeymoon. I want you to have it all. I want to make a memory we should be proud of, one we can tell our grandkids about.”
When her eyes filled with liquid diamonds, my nerves sank away like they’d never existed.
I knew her answer before she whispered a word.
Yes.
Forever, yes.
***
Aoife
“I thought Declan was coming tonight.”
Conor shook his head. “He canceled. I got the message on the way up in the elevator.”
“Again?” Aidan shook his head. “What’s up with him? I know Dad’s going nuts about him missing Sunday lunch last week.”
Finn rubbed his chin. “Don’t think it’s to do with that Aela chick, do you?”
Aidan snorted. “After Deirdre? Nope. If that bitch didn’t burn him enough, he’s fucking insane if he goes looking for more scars.”