“You’re the one, Megan… I can’t explain it, but I just know we’re supposed to be together. Don’t ever think any differently… Not even for a second, okay?”
She nods slowly, processing what I’ve said. I cover her naked body with my own. Holding her close and feeling both our hearts pounding a new beat.
“Can you just hold me for a bit, Harry?” she asks.
And I do.
I roll onto my side, her facing me. Both of us naked and tangled together.
“We can wait if you want,” I murmur, hoping she doesn’t think I’m rushing things now.
I mean, she did just order me to fuck her like a barn animal.
But that was right before I redecorated the front room and her chest…
“I don’t wannawait,” she quick too add, gripping me closer.
“I just like the feel of you on me. The smell of you… I luh- Ilikeit,” she purrs. Curling up like a cat, circling her fingers in my chest hair and smiling to herself like a princess.
My god, that smile.
I feel my heart as well as my dick swell some more when she says it.
When shealmostsays it… That word I think even I’d have trouble saying right now, but only because it’s something I’ve never said to another human being in my whole life.
Cops don’t like the ‘C’ word, coincidence. And there are not many who say, ‘I love you’. Not on the job at least.
Holding her like this, it’s hard to believe I only just met her.
I think it’s safe to say without even knowing much about each other, it already feels like we’ve known each other forever somehow.
“Okay, I’m done now,” she says abruptly, making me do a complete double-take of my feelings versus her behavior.
But she’s not going anywhere.
“I mean, I’m done snuggling… if you still wanna?” she whispers in a shivering tone, her hand gripping as much of my still swollen helm as she can hold.
Taking in a breath as she does, shaking her head to herself.
“You’re gonna be careful with this thing, right?” she asks me, and I’m quick to tell her I will be.
“I only wanna make you feel good, Megan… But I think you’ll find we’re a pretty good fit.”
“I’m just glad you found me when you did, Harry… I don’t know what I’m gonna do, but….,” she says, getting worked up.
That pretty face creased with lines and those baby blues wanting to mist up.
But not on my watch.
And it’s me who’s gonna be watching over her every day from now on.
“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” I remind her. “You’ll see….”
She sighs away her worry, and with a little coaxing from my hands and tongue in her mouth again, it’s clear she’s ready.
Ready for the ride of her life and ready for a new life.
And the same goes for me here. The old Harry? He’s like the virgin Megan, I guess.