“Yes,” she half whispers.
I slowly slip my fingers out of her and hold her face with that hand. “C’mere,” I whisper, bringing her lips to mine and sharing her sweet sticky juices with her.
Millie sweetly moans through the kiss.
Everything about this woman in my arms feels like the sweetest, most pure thing I’ve ever been privileged to hold, and I’m never letting her go. Even her greedy little grabby hands, now pulling me by the cock to encourage me to settle between her thighs, are pure. She’s untouched, unrehearsed, unschooled. Unbelievably sexy.
I laugh into her shoulder, which sends another aftershock through her. “I told you I don’t have a condom, so I’ll have to pull out, OK, baby?”
“Oh,” she says, undaunted. “Here.”
To my surprise, she pulls a condom from the tiny pocketbook within the pocket of her discarded uniform pants.
“I’m dead curious why you’re walking around with a condom in your pocket,” I tease her.
“I have three single brothers. I borrow from them all the time. I figured if I wanted some D, I’d better be prepared to welcome that abundance into my life. You know, like in The Secret.”
We laugh and together sheathe my cock in protection.
We’re still laughing even as I slide my length into her, inch by inch, until she’s ready for my fullness.
“All the way, baby. Please,” she begs.
The teasing and the laughter gradually subside with every gentle push. Our giggles and grins are soon replaced with what I can only describe as passion, wonder and a sense of overwhelming joy.
Once she’s comfortable with my movements, I feel her legs wrap around me, her feet interlocking behind my back, spreading her wider for me.
“I can’t get enough. I just can’t get deep enough. I want more of you. I want to feel all of you.”
Millie reaches for me, and we share a kiss that makes my heart explode. The way we rock together, mussing all the overpriced blankets and pillows on this ridiculous display, compels brand new urges in me. My mouth has a tendency to get me in trouble, but now I just have to let it out.
“I’ve never said this to anybody before but…I love you.”
Her thighs squeeze my middle. Her eyes go round in shock. “You what? You love me?”
I push into her with a slightly rougher thrust. “I’ll say it as many times as you want me to. I love you, Millie. And next time we do this, there’s not going to be any condoms. Especially not one you stole from your brother’s night table. You got that? I don’t want to do radio anymore. I just want to do life with you and I want to start as soon as possible. Tell me you can handle that.”
A tiny tear sparkles in the corner of her eye. She doesn’t need to say anything. I know she’s feeling the same thing I’m feeling. Our unearthly connection can’t be denied.
“I love you too,” she whispers, slamming her body in tighter to me, gripping me closer, taking me even deeper than I thought possible. Her nails scraping my shoulder blades, combined with her kisses on my neck, finally send me over the edge. I release a growl against her breast as I explode inside her, reveling in our joined bodies.
We hold each other close until the surging subsides, and then keep holding on to each other, both of us overwhelmed and overjoyed by this new thing that has fallen over us both like a huge, soft, warm blanket.
I spoil her face with small kisses all over. “Baby, what are we gonna do with this duvet? We messed it up pretty badly,” she says.
I shrug. “Take it home as a souvenir?”
She giggles. “Might as well. Pretty sure I’m fired, anyway.”
I don’t want to stop kissing her, but she’s right. We should probably clean up after ourselves before her bosses get here. And pay for whatever can’t be salvaged.
I smile playfully as I slowly slide my spent cock from her warmth. “Now, if only I knew where to find a towel to get us both cleaned up, we can take that with us, too.”
Epilogue 1
Eight Months Later
Millie