“Juniper Leigh, I don’t deserve you in my life, but I will do everything within my power to earn your trust and love. I can’t go back to who I was before. You changed me, shook me up, destroyed my carefully plotted-out future and replaced it with something so much better; you. You’re all I want.”
The tears are flowing freely now, and Vincent battles to wipe them away, a worried look creasing his perfect features.
“Did you forget to ask me something in your beautiful proposal?” I say with a little smirk.
Vincent blows out a breath and chuckles. “Juniper, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry—”
I cut him off with a kiss, this one deeper and filled with more meaning than any of our previous kisses. Vincent parts his lips for me, letting me slide my tongue inside his mouth and taste him. God, I missed his flavor, which is crazy since it’s only been a day since we last kissed. But this is different. There are no secrets between us, nothing I’m trying to hide. He’s seen me, all of me, and he loves me.
I moan softly into his mouth, making Vincent growl and slide his hands underneath the shirt I’m wearing. My skin prickles with awareness everywhere he touches me. I adjust myself so I’m straddling him, never breaking our kiss, our connection.
I can’t help the needy whimper that falls from my lips when my core rubs up against his cock. He lengthens and hardens beneath me, the sensation making me so,sowet.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold him close as I grind down on his lap. Vincent groans and breaks our kiss, only to nibble down my neck. I shiver and squeeze my thighs around his hips, needing more.
Vincent leans back and cups my face, resting his forehead on mine. We’re both breathing heavily, the air thick with what we both crave. He slides his hands down my neck, my shoulders, my torso until he grips the hem of my shirt and gently lifts it off my body.
“Fuck,” he groans, attaching his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking while tearing off my yoga pants and panties. We’re a flurry of hands and kisses as we strip each other, desperate to feel everything once more.
I’m bare before Vincent in more ways than one. I feel vulnerable and yet somehow bold. Exposed, yet covered in the safety that is my Vincent. My home. My love. His fingertips trail up my sides in featherlight touches as he looks at me with a mix of awe and reverence.
Leaning forward, Vincent captures my nipple in his mouth, gently sucking as his hands slide around to my back, pressing me closer to him. I tip my head back and rock my hips against his, savoring every swipe of his tongue and stroke of his fingers.
Vincent hums in approval as he switches breasts, lavishing the other one with the same attention. I feel the vibrations deep down in my core, making more of my arousal drip down and coat his throbbing dick. It swells up even more as a soft growl rumbles up from his chest.
He tilts his head back, breaking our kiss to growl softly. I scoot back just enough to reach down and loop my fingers around his cock, stroking him and rubbing his precum up and down his thickness.
“Jesus,” he grunts, his muscles tensing and flexing as I pick up my pace. Vincent grips my hips and lifts me up, positioning me so the head of his cock is right at my entrance. My core clenches up and releases more of my wetness, helping him to slide in easily. “This what you need, baby? Need me to fill you up?”
“Yes… God, Vincent…” I breathe out, moaning as my tight channel stretches to accommodate him. I feel every vein and ridge of his shaft as he enters me. It feels so damn good to be connected like this, to be completed in a way only Vincent can provide.
My hands move on their own, tangling in my hair as I stretch my body out for his pleasure. He groans and sucks on my neck as his hands slide up my back and grip my shoulders. He presses my body down on his as he grinds his thick cock against me, hitting my clit just right.
I jerk and tremble in his embrace, gasping for air when he pushes me right to the edge. Vincent trails his fingers back down my spine, gripping my ass and spreading my cheeks apart as he starts to fuck up into my pulsing cunt.
“Love feeling you, Juniper. Love your sexy fucking body,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe and causing me to shudder in his arms.
“Mmhm,” is all I can manage to say, too lost in the sensation of his cock scraping along my walls and hitting every pleasure point inside of me.
My orgasm blooms deep in my core, throbbing outward and seizing my muscles. My joints lock up and I suck in a breath, bracing myself for what’s to come. I squeeze my core around him and roll my hips in jerky motions, needing to come so bad it hurts.
Vincent senses my urgency, cupping the back of my neck and drawing me down for a heated kiss. He pulls my bottom lip through his teeth before diving in, tangling his tongue with mine as he bounces me off his length. He tilts his hips and hits that one spot that drives me crazy. Over and over he hammers into me until the coil snaps and I cry out my orgasm. Pure pleasure slams into me, overwhelming my senses as I writhe and whimper and get completely swept away by my release.
When I open my eyes, I’m lying on my back, Vincent hovering over me and staring at me with a hunger so fierce it makes my pussy contract again, despite just having an intense orgasm. He growls and begins moving again, his dick still buried deep inside me.
He builds us both up with slow, measured rolls of his hips. His need is palpable, but he’s being so gentle with me, sliding in and out, again and again, never breaking eye contact.
Vincent cups my face with one hand, wiping away a tear I didn’t know was there. He kisses the spot before burying his face into the side of my neck.
“I love you,” he murmurs, nuzzling into me as we make love.
That’s exactly what this is. It’s intense, but in a different way than we’ve been together previously. Everything is heightened, our bodies tangling together as much as our souls.
“Vincent,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”
His dick twitches at my words, making me moan. I love that he’s as turned on by my words as he is my body. I’ll never get enough of this man.
He slides one hand between my back and the couch, pressing me closer to him, needing as much of me as possible. His touch leaves a trail of fire and awareness as he grazes his fingertips over my ass and then grips my thigh. Vincent spreads me open even wider and hooks his hand behind my knee, lifting it up and changing the angle.