CHAPTERNINE
“She’s not going back to Atlanta.” I hold Dee’s hand on the table and dare Viv to argue. “We’re getting married.” -Me, over dinner at Nate’s house (Once Upon a Billionaire)
Walt
Heaven is the taste of Dee in my mouth, her sweet juices flooding over my tongue and trickling down my throat. She’s had no fewer than four orgasms, maybe more.
Her hands are in my hair, yanking the longer strands on top. The rest of what was my mass of wavy hair had to go when I started working with the suits at the headquarters of Owen Construction. I wonder if she misses my longer hair. I wonder if there’s a Post-It note in the kitchen that says she does.
I renew my efforts at the thought. I both want to revere her and punish her for not telling me how lonely she was in Atlanta without me, while I was just as lonely without her in Chicago. She spent a year writing messages to me she never sent. A fucking year.
Lucky for her, I can’t be too angry with her delicious pussy in my face, her thighs clamping my ears. I can still hear her muffled moans. She’s loud. Louder still when her final orgasm rocks her. She shoves me away, finishing shouting into a pillow. She curls into a ball, lying on one side, suffering from beautiful aftershocks after her final powerful release. I admire the curve of one thick, sweet thigh. I always found Dee beautiful, even with hollow eyes and a thinner frame. She has a healthy glow about her now. I can’t wait to stroke into her and hold on to every cushiony inch for purchase.
“Now that was worth the trip,” she concludes, rolling to her back and throwing her arm over her eyes.
She’s a sight. Naked and wrapped in blue Christmas tree lights. A plastic bulb highlights every one of my favorite parts of her. Left nipple. Right nipple. Belly button. The heart tattoo. The strip of hair between her legs where I just spent a fair amount of time.
She lifts her arm to look at me. “Are you going to make good on the rest of your promises? I’m ready for you.”
Minx. How could I resist her if I wanted to?
She sits up as if instantly rejuvenated. “Take those pants off, Steele. Let’s see what you have.”
“You know what I have. You’ve had it.”
She must be impatient. She issued the command, but she’s the one who slides my jeans and boxer briefs down past my hips. The moment the head of my cock sees the light, he’s blinded again—in the best way.
She closes her mouth over the tip. A prick of pain follows the most perverse amount of pleasure I’ve ever felt. If any former blowjob felt this good—and Dee was amazing at it—I can’t remember. There’s nothing but here and now. Her and me. When my knees lose strength, I place a hand on the bed and then two, somehow ending up on my back.
She’s over me, her breasts gliding along my thighs, the slight heat from the lightbulbs warming my skin. She continues to lick and suck, drawing away and looking up at me as my length leaves her glistening lips. Then she’s down again and repeating the torturous process.
The blue lights.
Her full mouth.
Those pale blue eyes burning into mine…
I need her to stop.
I never want it to end.
My balls draw up, and a warning shot is fired up my spine. I retrieve the woman turning me into a puddle of man-goo. Before she has a chance to make me her willing servant for all of eternity, I reverse our positions and gently roll her onto her back.
“Condom?” I ask.
“There’s been no one else,” she answers.
“Birth control?”
“Still on the pill.”
“Do you love me?” I memorize the way her cheeks go slack before lifting when she smiles. She closes her eyes. Then reopens them.
Through the glassy surface of unspent tears, she answers, “I love you.”
I roll my hips forward, thrust, and seat myself into her tight little body. When I’m in to the hilt and her eyes go glassy for another reason altogether, I say, “I love you too.”
Another stroke has me confessing, “I will marry you tomorrow. Say the word.”
“Walt.” Her eyes lower to half-mast, her desire cranks up to eleven. No, wait, to a million. “You don’t have to…” She forgets to finish what she’s saying when I drive into her again.
“You feel good, honey. Say yes. I’ll fuck you like this forever. You’ll never be without me again. I’ll buy you a lifetime supply of Post-It notes.”
Her hand lands on my chest. Her weak laugh is soon replaced with another of her open-mouthed moans.
“We’ll talk later,” I promise before giving her a fast kiss. “You’re going to come again, and I want to watch every second of it.”