by Jenika Snow
I did this over and over again until she panted, until she had her hands in my hair and tugged at the strands. She’d get off again; I felt it. I knew it.
Shoving my tongue into her opening, I fucked her with it until she started grinding herself against my mouth.
“That’s it.” My words were muffled against her flesh.
I flattened my tongue on her clit then sucked the little nub into my mouth at the same time I shoved a finger into her. I fucked her pussy with that digit and sucked on her clit until I felt her tense as she came for me. She lifted up her ass a little more, rubbing her pussy against my face. I felt the tremor work over her entire body as she continued to climax.
When I pulled away, it was only when she sagged against the mattress, her orgasm fading. I rose so I was on my knees again, took hold of the root of my shaft, and started stroking myself as I stared at her ass and pussy. I could get off on the sight of her alone, but I needed her tight heat, needed to feel that again.
“On your back, Beatrix. I need to be inside you. I need to look at your face as I take you.”
She did as I said immediately, and I felt this desire over that fact slam into me.
When I was between her splayed thighs once more and was positioned at her entrance, I slowly pushed into her this time. Of course, I wanted this to last, but she felt too good. Leaning down and resting my forearms beside her head, I buried myself in her wet heat in one slow, agonizing push. I fucked her nice and slow.
In and out, keeping the same pace, and experiencing the buildup of my orgasm, I closed my eyes and kept the steady pace that was slowly driving me insane. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, smelled the sweet, floral scent of her, and knew I was done for. I couldn’t last.
I finally surrendered for the first time in my life.
All too soon, I felt my orgasm rise up violently. It started as a tingling at the base of my spine and moved quickly through me. “God. Fuck yes. I’m coming, baby.” I gave three more pumps in her, knowing I should have pulled out, but I bottomed out inside her, filled her up as I came.
My orgasm tore through me, making me come harder than I ever had in my life. I could practically feel the white-hot jets of my seed coating her from the inside out. The pleasure sucked the air from my lungs, stole my sanity, and I knew I’d never be the same.
Beatrix was mine, and nothing would ever change that.
She wrapped her arms tightly around me as I pumped her full of my essence. When the pleasure finally receded, I groaned once more and stilled, my semi-hard cock still inside her. After long seconds, I pulled out and lay beside her, our identical breathing filling the room.
I turned and looked at her. Beatrix was on her back, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.
Damn, this woman is going to be my everything. Hell, she already is.
I couldn’t help myself as I pulled her close and held her tightly. Turning my head and kissing her temple, I breathed out as pleasure and warmth still filled me, the kind that had nothing to do with what we’d just done.
I heard her breathing change as she started to drift off. I stroked my fingers up and down her bare arm, felt her skin pebble. The fact that my touch affected her even though she was falling asleep pleased me to no end. “I can’t let you go,” I whispered against her hair, not sure if she heard me, but either way, I’d keep telling her until there was no doubt in her mind.
Chapter Thirteen
Beatrix
One week later
What did it say about me that a week later—seven whole incredibly delirious and pleasurable days later—where I found myself spending every free moment I had at Logan’s apartment? My body was sore in all the right places, I had light marks marring my flesh from his passion, and I’d never felt so… complete in my entire life.
It says that you’ve finally found whatever was missing in your life, that one thing you didn’t even know you needed until it was there.
I wrapped the blanket around my body tighter and stared at the city from Logan’s balcony. This high up, the wind was a little more violent, whipping my strawberry-blonde hair around my face, slightly obstructing my view. If I closed my eyes and held my arms out, it was almost as if I were flying.
And I absolutely tried it, standing this high up, the blankets falling from my body, my nudity making the experience even more surreal.
But that wasn’t today. The neighbors in the high-rise across from the balcony didn’t need another show from a crazy but very happy woman right now.
The sun had risen hours ago, and despite the summer month, the wind was chilled. I wrapped the blanket more firmly around me. God, had I ever been this happy? No. Never. That should scare me, especially for how fast this all had gone, but it all felt so… right.
The sound of the sliding door opening and closing had me turning around. I watched as Logan stepped out, already dressed in his suit, looking like the CEO he was. And dammit, did he look good. His appearance was one that clearly commanded others. But with me? With me, he was gentle, with soft touches and strokes that set me on fire.
As soon as our gazes locked, I felt that intensity and connection right away. It stole my breath.
His smile was slow, heated. He finished adjusting a cufflink then crooked his finger for me to come to him, his expression dark, full of promise. What fool would I be not to come when a man like Logan Mathis beckons, especially when he looked at me like I’d just given him the world with my very presence?
He pulled me close, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The material of his suit was soft, expensive. Despite Logan being extremely wealthy, he didn’t flaunt it, didn’t make people feel less than he was. He was probably one of the most genuine souls I’d ever met, and even I knew how crazy that sounded after only a week. But when the truth hit you, it hit you hard.
I smoothed my hands up his chest, feeling his lean muscles barely restrained underneath his jacket. “I can’t stay in your apartment forever.” I said those words in a whisper, and I instantly felt his body tighten. “I have to get back to my life, my apartment, all that stuff.” The way he stiffened in my arms was like he thought what I just said was abhorrent.
He pulled back, his arms gently gripping my shoulders. The stormy expression on his face had me swallowing and heating all at the same time. “You could,” he said softly. “Stay here, live here with me.”
I was shocked by his suggestion. His expression was so serious, as if this was the answer to everything.
He moved his hand up the side of my neck until he could cup my cheek. Then he moved his thumb over my lower lip, his focus on the act. “It’s a scary offer. I know that,” he said while still focused on my mouth. “But I meant everything I said, Beatrix. I meant it and more. I’ve never felt this way before about a woman, and I know I’ll never feel it again. You belong here, with me.” He took my wrist and placed my palm right over his heart. “You could live here. It would be so easy, so effortless.” He was whispering again. Logan searched my face, this heaviness in his gaze that had my heart skipping a beat.
I still hadn’t said anything one way or another, and so he continued.
“I know this is fast. I know it’s insane, but I also know that you feel the same way.” Leaning down, he kissed me softly on my lips. It wasn’t sexual, wasn’t rushed or even heated. It was like a seal. It was like he was telling me the truth with that kiss. “But I have all the time in the world to wait for you. I have all the time for you to realize that as strongly as I have.”
I swallowed, my throat so thick.
“I’m a patient man, Beatrix.”
I didn’t need time to know how Logan made me feel, that I wanted to grasp onto this feeling forever. And for however cautious I’d been in my life, guarding myself, my heart, right now, I just wanted to throw caution to the wind, like I had in that limo, like I had in his apartment.
I wrapped my arms tighter around
him and rose up on my toes to be the one to kiss him now. “I don’t want to let go of what’s happening between us,” I murmured against his lips. “I want to see how far it goes, Logan.” I felt him smile against my mouth, felt his body physically relaxing against me, as if my words were what he’d been waiting to hear his entire life.
“So that means you’ll stay here, with me?”
I cackled softly and pulled back, cupping his face, his cheeks so smooth from his morning shave. I looked into his blue eyes, could see all the possibilities looking down at me. “How about we take it one day at a time?” I breathed out slowly. I wanted to move in. I wanted to do that so badly. But I wanted to take my time with him.
The smile he gave me warmed me from my toes to the top of my head. “I’ll take one day at a time every day, all day, Beatrix.” He leaned down and kissed me, whispering against my lips like another seal of truth, “Because I know it’ll be forever with you.”
Epilogue One
Logan
One year later
I watched her from the living room, unable to tear my gaze from the woman I loved far too much for my own sanity. She was cooking us dinner, her voice soft as she sang a song. She was in her element right now, and dammit was she one fantastic cook.
After downing my coffee, I stood and took the empty mug into the kitchen. She had her back to me, and I practically stalked her as I slowly moved closer. Truth be told, I could stare at her all day, every day, and never get enough. Even a year later, she was what consumed me, what I was obsessed with. And it had only gotten worse. I’d only gotten more possessive as time ticked by.
I asked her to marry me six months after I’d taken her to my home, devoured her. I would have asked her sooner, but shit, I hadn’t wanted to seem like a total fucking psycho.
She said yes, thank fuck, because I knew if she would have said no, I wouldn’t have given up. I would have asked her over and over again, wearing her down until she did say yes. That’s how much I loved her.
And our wedding was slated for later this month. We said fuck waiting any longer. I wanted to give her the biggest fucking wedding imaginable. I wanted everyone to know she was mine. But Beatrix wasn’t all about that, and that’s what made me love her even more. She wanted something intimate, just a few family members and friends. And I was fine with that, because whatever she wanted, she got. I just wanted to marry her. That’s all that mattered to me.
I stopped just inches from where she stood, placed my hands on her hips, and leaned my chest against her back. I was already hard, my cock always in this state when she was near.
“I love you,” I whispered softly against her ear and loved when I heard her swallow right before she leaned back against me. She turned around, and I braced my hands on the sink, caging her in, my fingers brushing against her hipbones.
I didn’t even bother trying to hide how stiff my cock was. I dipped my head low, ran the tip of my nose along the arch of her throat, and heard her breath falter. She smelled good, so fucking good. God, I loved her.
I ran my hand along her side, over her arm, and cupped the back of her head. I pulled her face closer to mine so I could kiss her. She relaxed against me, and I rested my chin on the crown of her head. I was so aroused right now, but holding her felt so good.
She wrapped her hands around my waist and sighed, one of those contented sounds that made a man feel like he was doing all the right things. And she made me feel like that every damn day. She tipped her head back and looked at my face. “You’re hard,” she said with this teasing note in her voice.
I hummed and pressed my erection harder against her. “I always am for you,” I murmured honestly. Her breathing kicked up, and I dipped down to take her mouth with mine.
Fuck dinner. I was skipping right to dessert.
Epilogue Two
Logan
The honeymoon
Here we were, finally alone, just the two of us. There were no employees, no work. I didn’t have board meetings or obligations. The only important thing to me, the one thing—person—who came above everyone else, was the woman currently sunbathing right beside me.
I glanced over, slid my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose, and eyed her up and down. Her skin was glossy, had this pretty shine to it from the sunblock she had me lather on her. True, she only wanted me to get her back, but I’d been a bit too ambitious as I covered her arms and legs, her belly, her chest. God, I’d wanted her to get naked so I could explore the rest of her.
The palm tree we were currently under provided a little shade, the leaves above gently swaying in the breeze. I dug my feet in the white sand, the temperature cooler but doing nothing to help my overheated body. And the sun beating down on us had nothing to do with my increased temperature. It had everything to do with the fact that I sported a massive hard-on for Beatrix, and she didn’t even know it.
She was currently lying chest up, her sunglasses shielding her closed eyes, her massive brimmed hat giving her face shade. Fuck, she was beautiful. She stirred lightly and then sat up, and I pushed my glasses back up and made it look like I hadn’t been devouring her with my gaze. Not like she’d care. Hell, I had no doubt she’d probably like it.
“I’m gonna take a dip,” she said softly and leaned over to kiss me.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed and watched her retreating form. Shit, her ass looked delectable in that little white string bikini. If I hadn’t gotten us a private island, I would have forbidden her from even wearing it, because I wouldn’t want any other male to see her form. Not that she would have listened, but I would have glowered about it until she gave in to my demands.
She walked over to the water, the waves of the ocean gently lapping at the shore. Her long reddish-blonde hair hung around her shoulders, gently swaying from her movements. For long moments, I watched her in the water, swimming, lying on her back and floating as the waves rocked her, as she stared at the sky. When she finally emerged, my already stiff cock became achingly harder.
I wanted her again, despite having fucked her, filled her with my seed just this morning. She stopped a few feet from me, and when she glanced at where I sat, I watched as her expression of easygoing became heated. She could see the intent in my eyes. I knew that without a doubt.
“Come here, Mrs. Mathis,” I beckoned.
She breathed out slowly, her chest starting to move faster as her breathing increased from her growing arousal. “You’re insatiable, Logan Mathis.” Beatrix moved closer. She had no fucking idea how insatiable I was for her.
I was being lewd as I reached down and grabbed my dick through my swim trunks. “Come here, Beatrix,” I said again with a voice so low it almost didn’t sound human. The little sound she made worked me up to a frenzy. And then she was moving closer. I reached out and hooked my fingers on the edge of her bikini bottoms, pulling it down, revealing her sweet fucking pussy. She kicked the bottoms off, and I had her on my lap a second later. With her legs spread on either side of my waist, I gently pushed her back, so she rested her hands behind her on my thighs. She started taking of her bikini top without my prompting, and I groaned low.
I lowered my gaze over her now unrestrained breasts, along the puckered tips of her nipples, hardened not only from her desire but from the chilled ocean water as well. I continued to lower my gaze over her belly, along her waist, then let my focus feast on her splayed pussy. The position she was in had her lips parting, showing me how pink and wet she was.
So, so wet.
Beatrix was all but panting now, so I slid my hands along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to what I knew ached.
“Logan,” she half-whispered, half-moaned.
She was the only one who made me feel like I was losing control, the only person on this planet who held power over me. Beatrix was the only soul who I relaxed around, let my walls fall.
She was the only person I ever loved, and I’d keep falling in love with her, over and over, day after day, until I drew my last bre
ath.
I grabbed her behind the back of the neck and pulled her forward for a kiss. After several long seconds of devouring her mouth, I whispered against her mouth, “My love for you is endless, timeless. It’s what romance books are made of, what poets write about. It’s what makes a man’s heart beat, the meaning of life and happiness, of pleasure and completion, all of it making sense.” The fact that I’d get to spend the rest of my life with this woman was the greatest gift any human could ever hope to have.
And with all those emotions coursing through me, I wrapped my arms around her body and knew I’d never let her go.
Whoever said fairy tales weren’t true must never have experienced getting their own happily ever after.
The End
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