“I thought this would be the least painful position.”
“It is.” Damn this woman and her concern. I shoot my hips up, taking over our rhythm, each thrust a desperate desire to feel her squeezed tight around me.
“Oh my God,” she moans. “Finn…”
That’smore like it. Her palms press into my stomach as she impales herself on my cock over and over again. Her ass slaps my thighs. Her breasts bounce. Her cheeks and neck flush.
I’m so far gone for this incredible woman, I’m seconds away from blowing my load in embarrassingly quick time. Did I mention she’s riding me bare? We had the talk last week, she’s on the pill, and I’ll tell you right now, Chloe is my forever.
She bucks against me, the hot, slick feel of her without any barrier between us pure heaven. She swirls her hips and Jesus Christ, heat flashes through me, drawing my balls up. The base of my spine tingles.
I groan. She hums. Looks down at me with such admiration while clenching my dick like she can’t get enough, that stars flash in my vision.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” I say.
“Me either.”
We move in sync, the sounds and smell of our lovemaking filling my bedroom.Ourbedroom. Chloe doesn’t know it yet, but things are about to change. I hope.
“Love you,” I mumble. So damn much it’s scary. It gives me insight into Chloe’s fears and I’ve done everything I can to set her mind at ease. There’s only one thing left to…
“Fuck,” we say at the same time. And then she’s panting and purring, and pulsing around my cock, milking me for everything I’ve got. A shudder rolls through my body and my own release crashes over me. I spill inside her, making every part of her mine.
“I love you, too,” she says once we’ve calmed down. She bends over to kiss me, nice and slow, our tongues in a mellow duel for dominance before she lifts off me and rolls onto her back beside me.
“That was…” I trail off because there are no words to describe what just transpired between us. It was love and like and heat and passion and awesome and intimate.
Chloe turns to her side, props her head in her hand. “Amazificent.”
I grin. “Tell me Webster, what does that mean?”
“It means amazing and magnificent.”
My grin widens. “That works.”
“How are you feeling?” She lightly traces her finger along my collarbone and the small keepsake scar.
“I don’t want to talk about my injury today.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Uh-oh. Can I grab something to eat first? I’ll run down to the kitchen and be right back.” She doesn’t give me time to answer. She rolls off the bed, picks up my T-shirt to slip over her head, and makes a quick stop in the bathroom—yelling “I’m sticky!”—before striding out of the room.
She’s going to be sticky again in a couple of hours. I carefully get out of bed and use the bathroom to clean myself up, too. The guy in the mirror looks damn happy as he pulls on sweatpants.
Getting back in bed, I arrange the pillows against the headboard and wait. I haven’t exactly planned what to say, but winging it has worked so far. Chloe doesn’t expect practiced speeches or elaborate gifts. Which isn’t to say I don’t plan on spoiling her every chance I get. Today, for example, I’m going big.
I need to seal the deal before she moves from being my social media manager to the Landsharks social media manager. That’s right. She’s been promoted, leaving the company she works for to work full time for the Landsharks organization. Next stop is the MLB she says. I say her brain is one of her best features and she can do whatever she sets her mind to.
Our lives will be hella busy come spring, but we’ve talked through every scenario, mostly so she doesn’t worry. I don’t want my girl doubting me for one second.
She strides back into the room with a plate of food. Sylvie now buys Chloe’s favorites, too. And from the looks of it, Chloe’s piled many of them onto her dish.
“What? I brought you something, too.” She sits down next to me with her legs crossed in her lap, wiggling until she’s situated just right.
“The banana?”