揥e knew it was coming, it抯 not like it was a secret, but it feels so different now that it抯 here.?
He surprises me when he puts his hand around the back of my neck, gently tugging me toward him. The ring on his pinky finger is cold against my skin.
揘o matter what, Sunshine, I抳e got you.?
A breath shudders through my whole body. It feels good梞ore than good梩o hear him say that. His lips press tenderly to my forehead. My body sinks into him on a sigh. Thayer has this way about him that makes me completely melt. I feel safe with him.
When he releases me, I grab for his hand. 揥hat抯 your ring??As soon as the question is out of my mouth, I already know. The suns stamped onto it look up at me. 揑 thought I lost this,?I murmur, tears burning my eyes. I trace my finger over the cool surface. 揑 threw it at you.?I抦 lost in the memory. 揑 went back the next morning, and it was gone.?
There抯 a lump in my throat, because Thayer took it. He kept it all this time.
揑 always meant to give it back.?
揃ut I left for good,?I fill in the blanks.
He nods, taking his hand from mine. He slips the ring off his pinky and grabs my left hand. I hold my breath when he slips it on my bare ring finger, bringing it up to his mouth to press a tender kiss to it.
揟hat stays on,?he says with a low growl, 搖ntil I抦 the one to take it off and replace it.?
I wet my lips. 揑s that so??
揧eah.?His voice is deep and husky. I wiggle in my seat, pressing my thighs together. I抦 aching to be filled. 揓ust to make things clear, Sunshine, so we don抰 have any misunderstandings桰 fully plan to make you my wife.?
My heart beats loudly and rapidly. 揧ou want to marry me??My voice is high and squeaky.
揑 want more than to marry you.?
揥-What does that mean??The man has me so flustered I抦 stuttering now.
揑t means, I want to have more babies with you. I want to go on vacations with you. I want to cook meals in this kitchen and do stupid mundane shit like clean the fucking house together. I want your clothes with mine in the fucking laundry. I want to laugh and cry together. I want to hold you every night when you sleep. I want to kiss you goodnight and good morning. I want to make love to you slow and fuck you hard. I want to sit out on the front porch and rock on the swing. I want, not only to grow old with you, but to live life with you. I want it all.?
I tackle the man.
Literally jump out of the stool I抦 sitting in, where it falls with a loud bang to the floor and wrap my arms around his neck so I can kiss him. He holds me tight against him, kissing me back.
He stands up with me in his arms, my legs going around his waist.
His lips never leave mine as he sits my butt on the counter.
My hips grind against him and he puts his hands on them, forcing me to still. I mewl in protest.
Need. I need him.
揟hayer,?I plead between kisses.
His lips glide softly, delicately to my ear. 揑 want to take things slow,?he reminds me.
Leaning back, I grip his shirt in my hand forcing him to look at me. 揊uck slow. I went six years without you. I want you. Today, tomorrow, fifty years from now, and even when we抳e turned to stardust.?He smiles at my words. 揘ow, please, for the love of God棓
I don抰 have to finish my sentence. His mouth slants over mine, stealing my breath.
My hands skim beneath his shirt, feeling the heat of his stomach. His abdominals flex at my touch. I pull him closer, between my legs.
Kissing his way over to my ear, he murmurs, 揧ou are everything to me.?
Gliding a hand down my chest, between my breasts, he gently guides me to lie back. The stone is cold against my back, but I don抰 feel that way for long when he quickly undoes my jean shorts, sliding them down my legs to drop them on the floor.
I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue against my pussy. I slap a hand over my mouth, stifling my sounds. He senses this somehow, grabbing my arm to pull it away from my mouth. He wants to hear me. He works his tongue against me like a man who抯 been starved too long梬hich I guess in a way is true. His hand moves and I see him palming himself over his sweatpants. I whimper at the sight. Thayer touching himself is a ridiculously big turn-on.
With his freehand he rubs my clit and between that and the stimulation of his tongue, my orgasm spirals through me.
揧es, yes, yes!?I cry out, the orgasm feeling never-ending.
When I finally come down from the high, my legs shaking, I climb off the counter and drop to my knees in front of Thayer.
I don抰 waste any time in freeing his cock from his sweatpants. He抯 big and hard and ready for me.
Biting my lip, I look up at him from beneath my lashes. 揊or the record, you抮e still the only man I抳e done this with.?
I don抰 give him a chance to respond. Swiping my tongue over the bead of pre-cum and letting the slightly salty taste settle on my tongue.
His eyes are dark and hooded, his head dropping back with a soft, 揊uck.?
Swirling my tongue around his tip, I take him deeper, stroking his length with my hand. From the sounds he抯 making I must be doing an okay job. I haven抰 been sucking him off long when he pushes me back.
揑抦 not coming in your mouth. Not tonight.?
He gets on his knees, taking my face between his thumb and forefinger he pulls me into a rough kiss. He bites my bottom lip, quickly soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.
We rid ourselves of the last of our clothes, and then he抯 laying me down on the floor. He bends one of my legs, and slides into me with one hard thrust.
揙h my God!?My nails scratch at his back searching for purchase.
His eyes are molten, taking me in beneath him. He traces his fingers lightly over the stretch marks on my stomach.
揑 fucking love these.?I blush at the compliment. He lays his hand over my stomach. 揧ou grew our child in there. Your body loved her so much it always wanted to remember her.?He trails his finger over the line of one and I nearly shiver. 揧ou feel so good, baby. You抳e always felt like mine.?He buries his head in my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there. I hold him tight, never wanting to let go梟ever wanting to forget this. The weight of his body on mine is a reminder, that this, us, is real.
揔eep going,?I beg, tugging on his hair. 揑抦 almost there again.?
He moans when my pussy squeezes around his cock. 揔eeping doing that and I won抰 last long, Sunshine.?
揅an抰 help it.?I do it again. 揧ou feel so good in me.?
揊uck, yes, I do.?He rises above me, taking my neck in his hand and squeezing lightly. 揟hat抯 because I was made for you. And棓 He pumps into me harder棑you were made for me.?
The sounds he抯 making are such a turn on. Knowing he抯 enjoying this, hearing his pleasure, is enough to send my second orgasm rattling through me.
揊uck, baby.?He squeezes my throat a little tighter. 揑 can抰棓 He grits his teeth, trying to stave off his release. 揑 have to棓 He throws his head back, flicking his hair out his eyes. 揙h, fuck.?
He comes long and hard, his body shaking from the force of his release. His sweat-dampened body drapes over mine, his hold on my neck slackening.
He rises up slightly, placing a tender kiss on my swollen lips.
揥recked,?he struggles to get a breath. 揧ou have completely, and utterly wrecked me.?
We fall asleep like that, right on the floor梐 tangle of limbs and promises of a tomorrow.
CHAPTER 30
SALEM
Georgia sleeps soundly on the couch, her hands cradled under her head, mouth hanging open. She can抰 be comfortable. I knew she wouldn抰 go home, so I told her to at least go upstairs and lay in bed. She didn抰 listen. She wanted to be here.