“I love you so damn much, Wyn,” she confesses as she snuggles close.
“There will never be anyone I’d love more than you, you dirty butterfly.”
She giggles but her eyes are dropping closed. Imala is sleeping soundly by the time I find some energy to move. I’m fucking exhausted but I’m not letting my lady sleep on the floor. I scoop her up then pass out the minute our bodies hit the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Caerwyn
The cloak of sleep lifts although it’s still dark. Another pass of Imala’s mouth makes me shudder. Every time she blows me, she finds new ways to test her limits.
“Fuck,” I moan when the tip of my dick slides down her throat.
She pulls back and teases my now sensitive head with the tip of her tongue.
“Good. You’re awake,” she says casually like it happened naturally.
I chuckle and shake my head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re still drunk.”
“Fuck it out of me, then,” she challenges as she slides up my body, teasing me with her smooth skin.
Pulling her the rest of the way, I turn until we’re lying on our sides. I hook her leg and hold her knee at my hip. She sighs when I enter her.
“Or, we can make love,” I suggest then suck on her bottom lip.
She hooks her arms behind my neck and rocks against me. Her greedy pussy is so wet and snug.
“I don’t care how we do it as long as we’re doing it.”
“You’re insatiable,” I tease and hitch her leg higher to go deeper.
Her breath hitches. “It’s not my fault my husband has such good dick.”
I laugh at her potty mouth and steal a kiss. I’m just as bad. I can’t get enough of her.
“I’m serious. If you weren’t rich I’d be your sugar mama.”
I grip her ass and grind hard into her. “Been listening to Beyoncé again I see.”
“Yes, and no, I’m serious.” The earnestness on her face in the moonlight is damn sexy.
“That good, huh?”
“Worth every penny I spent on the gift I bought you.”
I’m surprised because this is my first time hearing about any gift. “Gift?”
“I got it to match your eyes.”
Imala starts kissing and nipping my throat until I forget our conversation. I give everything into my feeling of gratitude. I have the perfect woman for me, and we have this uninterrupted time to learn each other’s mind and body. She shivers when I tug at a nipple. I push her up higher so I can fuck and feast. My grip tightens on her ass when she stiffens. My mouth pops off her nipples when I throw my head back to moan at the feel of her cuming on my dick.
That never gets old.
She pulls my hair as she trembles and takes me over the edge with her.
“Damn, Wyn. You’re so damn hot when you cum.” There is some seriousness behind her sex glow. “I would have married you even if you hadn’t needed to save my life.”
I look at her now and I’m certain I’d fallen for her at Oran and Karessa’s wedding when she dismissed me and danced like a crazy person with a margarita in her hand. My brain has been set to Imala ever since.