“But it’s so much better when you say it.” I’d already fallen in love with the Kennedy who looked at me with wide-eyed innocence, but falling for this assertive independent woman was a new experience. One that continued to surprise me.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
“So damn bossy.”
She nodded. “Yes.” She held on to me with a strong grip as I brought her crashing down on my shaft.
She screamed out and I growled. But it only fueled our passion. Kennedy began to ride me with hunger. Her tits bobbed and brushed against my chest. Her head flew back. This woman was made to fuck me.
I filled her, thrust deeper, consumed every part of her lips, licked her throat. I wanted to be buried inside her like this the rest of the night. My fingers dug into her waist while her hips moved with magic rhythm. A fucking sinful rhythm. Was there music she could hear that I couldn’t? Her hands moved from my shoulders to the back of the couch where she could use the traction for a deeper angle. A profound angle. I didn’t know if her body had started to consume mine or if it was the other way around. It didn’t fucking matter. We belonged together.
“Oh, God, Knight,” she whimpered. But we couldn’t stop. We couldn’t hold back. Our eyes locked on each other and I knew what she was thinking. I could feel it. See it. It was running through my veins too.
I didn’t need much to send me over the edge with her. Her body was my drug. My addiction. She was my craving.
“You feel too good,” I groaned. We’d lost control. I’d lost my damn mind once I was inside her. I’d lost the chance of ever being happy without her.
“Yes,” she moaned a ragged breath, grasping at my shoulders. Her nails dug deep.
I couldn’t hold off. She sank over my cock and my spine clenched with power as I spiraled into blackness, taking her with me.
She breathed heavily against my ear before convulsing and panting from her own orgasm. I held her tightly while her body vibrated with the aftershocks. I loved it when she came like this. Our mouths found each other again. I kissed her hard, pulsing through the end of our climaxes.
Kennedy smiled. She ran her hand against the side of my face. “I’m going to have to take you back upstairs to shower.”
I nodded, trying to gulp in air. My heart still pounded. My entire body pounded.
“But first, we have to open this bottle.” She tossed a look over her shoulder.
“You’re not serious?”
“Of course we’re opening it.” She nipped at my bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth. “It’s for us. After what it just witnessed, we have to drink it. It’s the right thing to do.”
I chuckled. I always liked the playful side of her when she let her guard down enough for me to see it. “You realize there are only a hundred of those in the world.” It didn’t want to dissuade her, but she should know how rare the Pichon was.
“I know exactly what it’s worth.” Her finger made a circle on my shoulder and along my bicep. Our palms met and she threaded her hand against mine. “Do you want to open it?” I spun her off my waist, depositing her on the couch. She squealed. “I guess that’s a yes.” She laughed.
I had already twisted the cork from the bottle. She brushed against my back. “Well?”
I smelled the cork. “So far, it’s a good investment.”
I didn’t know if she cared. She scrambled to her feet, lifting her robe off the cellar floor. She wrapped it around her and walked to the cabinet for a couple of glasses. She didn’t bother tying the belt. I admired her body as she sashayed toward me.
“Here.” She deposited them on the table.
I poured a few splashes and tasted the wine. Fuck. It was good.
I filled both halfway to the top.
“We need to toast to something.” She looked at me expectantly.
“Agreed. But nothing dramatic.”
“Oh, no. We don’t want dramatic. We’ve had enough dramatic situations to last the rest of our lives. Don’t you think?” She smiled.
“Then what should we toast to?” I eyed her.
“How about to finally getting what we want?”
I kissed her slowly before drinking the wine. Her lips were warm. The kiss was knowing, as if we had both finally come home, but neither of us quite knew how to say it. I met her gaze.
“I like that one.” I winked. “To finally getting what we want.”
I don’t know what time it was when we finally left the wine cellar, but there wasn’t a drop of the Château Pichon left in the bottle.