“Spence,” she whispers when I increase my pace, my thumb nudging against her clit. “That sounds like a dream.”
“I could make it a reality for you. For us. Just say the word.” I make her come with ease, noting the way her inner walls squeeze around my finger, her entire body shuddering, a soft exhale leaving her as the orgasm washes over her. It’s soft and subtle and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Where would I live? At my apartment?” she asks, once the orgasm has passed and she’s sprawled all over me.
I run a hand through her hair, breathing in her delectable scent. “Hell no. Sell that apartment. You don’t want it anyway. And I want you to live with me.”
“My parents won’t like that,” she admits, her lips brushing against my neck.
I shiver. “Fuck your parents. Like they give a damn about you.”
She slides down my body slowly, her mouth blazing a hot, damp path across my skin. “No one gives a damn about me like you, Spence.”
“Don’t ever forget it.” I sink my fingers into her hair, holding her to me when she takes my dick into her mouth and starts to suck. “Fuck, Sylvie. That feels so good.”
She takes me deep, her tongue swirling, her fingers curling around the base. I lift my hips, thrusting between her lips. Withdrawing. Thrusting again. She lifts her gaze, her eyes meeting mine, her mouth full of my cock and from the familiar tingling sensation I feel at the base of my spine, in the depths of my balls, I know it’s not going to be long until I’m coming. Filling her mouth.
“I could do this to you every night,” she says at one point when she withdraws, her lips wet and shiny, her chest rising and falling with her labored breaths.
I’m panting. Dying for her to continue.
Dying to get inside her even more.
I grab hold of her, rolling us over so she’s on her back and I’m rising above her. I grab a condom from the pile she left on her nightstand earlier and tear it open, sheathing myself before I plunge inside her, pushing deep again and again, fucking her fiercely until she’s coming with a shriek, her hands grappling at my back, nails sinking into my skin, making me hiss.
Making me come so fucking hard I almost black out.
We cling to each other, our bodies shaking, our breaths harsh, the scent of sex filling the room, pungent and sweet. I turn my head into her neck, inhaling sharply, her fragrance overwhelming me. Floral and distinctly Sylvie.
“You’re coming home with me for sure,” I tell her firmly, not wanting her to argue.
“You promise?” She giggles when I deliver soft, quick kisses to her throat.
“Yeah. And I’m keeping that promise too.” I lift up, my gaze finding hers. “No more broken promises between us, Syl. When we talk, we mean what we say.”
Her gaze is solemn as she slowly nods. We’re still connected, my cock still inside her body, and this moment, the last few days, feel…huge.
Important.
“I’ll go home with you,” she whispers. “As long as you promise to take care of me.”
“You can take care of your—”
She cuts me off by settling her fingers over my lips, silencing me. “Promise me. I need you.”
I nod, her hand falling away.
“I’ll take care of you.” I kiss her once. Then again, before I confess, “I love you, Sylvie.”
The fucked-up thing is she doesn’t say it back.
She says nothing.
Not a single word.
TWENTY-ONE
SYLVIE