“Fuck,” I bite out when he strokes my clit. It’s swollen. Hot and achy to the touch and my hips begin to work when he rubs tiny circles over it. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the goal, Syl.” He lifts away from my chest and I can feel him watching me, his gaze heavy. Intimidating.
I’m so close, and the moment feels so…intimate. After everything that happened today, I’m raw. Vulnerable. Angry and aroused and so in love with this man. I tilt my head back, a moan sounding deep in my throat when he thrusts two fingers inside my body and begins to pump.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
They flash open as if I have no control over them, surprised by him calling me baby. He’s never done that before. Not that I can remember.
His dark gaze meets mine, and he doesn’t look away as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. “I love you.”
A shiver moves through me at his declaration. That this big, handsome man could love me. That he’s loved me since we were teens. Kids.
“Say it.” His fingers pause, buried deep inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit. “Tell me you love me, Sylvie.”
I’m breathing deep, taking fortifying gulps, my entire body buzzing with the need to come. I can feel it, just hovering on the edge, ready to sweep over me, but he keeps me hanging there. My clit is electrified, throbbing beneath the pressure of his thumb, and I shift beneath him, needing more of that friction.
“Say it.” He presses harder, his fingers sliding deeper, until it feels like an invasion. “I won’t let you come until you say it.”
Why is it so hard? I said it once already. But the words are stalled in my throat, until it feels like I’m choking on them.
He kneels down in front of me, his other hand finding my hip, yanking me closer. His mouth is just above my pussy, I can feel his breath waft over my sensitive skin, and I press my lips together, closing my eyes.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I do. I can’t help but do everything he tells me to. “I love you, Syl. So fucking much, I would do whatever it takes to keep you safe. To make you feel protected. To make you happy. All I want is for the two of us to be together forever. And I don’t take that shit lightly. I’m not like the rest of my family. When I care about someone, I love them hard.”
My entire body is trembling at his words.
“And I’ve been fucking obsessed with you since I was fourteen. The poor little rich girl who was always sick. That’s how you portrayed yourself to the rest of the world, but never to me.”
“Spencer…”
“You say you love me again and I’m never going to let you go. It doesn’t matter what happens. I’m by your side until the day I die.” He dips his head, his tongue lightly tracing along the side of my clit.
“I love you,” I breathe, my gaze staying on his as he puts his mouth on my pussy. “I love you so much. You know it’s only ever been you.”
“Promise?” He lifts his brows, his thumb doing slow circles on my clit once more.
I nod, my hips moving with him as his fingers slide in and out of me. Faster and faster.
“Say it.”
“I promise to love you forever. You’re the only one for me. The only one who’s ever been inside me,” I declare.
“Fuck that’s hot.” He rises above me, hands braced on either side of my head, his cock sliding into my body unassisted. I arch into him, my clit nudging against the base of his erection and that’s all it takes.
I’m coming, my inner walls milking him, clenching tight around his shaft. He fucks me hard, grunting with every thrust, no condom necessary since I went on the pill the minute I came back to New York.
No babies. I’m not ready for them like my brother. I’d be a terrible mother.
I know this is true.
He fucks me steadily, grunting with every thrust, making me come again, sweat dripping down his face. His chest. I rise up, rubbing my cheek against his skin, absorbing the tangy saltiness of his sweat, wanting him to mark me everywhere.
An idea forms in my head and I push against his chest, making him stop. “What?”
“Come on me.”
He frowns. “Really?”