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Mona blinks at me a couple of times before there’s a slight tug at the corner of her lips. “You want me to sleep in bed with you every night?”
“Yeah.” I keep my reply simple, but the reality is Mona’s the only woman I’ve wanted to share my bed with. In the past, I’ve always kicked women out. I’ve appreciated my solidarity, my alone time, being a single man… I just don’t want that anymore.
“If that’s what you want, then yes. I… I think you know my feelings for you are strong, Nazyr. They’ve been growing so much every day, and the last thing I ever wanted to do was push you. I… I gather that you haven’t been in very many serious relationships, and tell me if I’m wrong, but this feels pretty serious to me.”
“It is serious.” Years ago, I would’ve been afraid to say this, but now I’m not in the slightest bit.
“I’m glad to hear you say that. Back to what I was saying, I didn’t want to push you. I didn’t want to ever feel like I was pressuring you into anything. So I thought we might be sleeping side-by-side at some point, but I knew you’d come to me when you were ready, and here you are,” Mona states and then puts some of the clothes in the dresser directly in front of her. It looks like she has a complete system as she does this, and I adore how much pride she’s taking in what she’s doing. She really cares, and it shows in everything she does.
“You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever been with before, Mona, and that’s… that’s exactly what I need in my life.”
Mona shuts the dresser drawer and looks right into my eyes. “You’re what I need too. You might not realize it, Nazyr, but you’re the first man who’s ever stuck up for me. I feel like you’d protect me with everything you have, and I know you will. You’re the type of man who cherishes those close to him, and I’m so glad I’m one of those people.”
“I’d kill for you if I have to, Mona. I hope you see that.” I lick my lips, looking down into those gorgeous vibrant jade green eyes of hers.
“It’s crystal clear to me.” The way she speaks calls to my soul, and I find myself wrapping my arms around her body. I pull her flush against mine and collide my lips with hers, kissing her deeply. She meets my speed and pushes her tongue past my lips, her tongue dancing with my own.
I snake a hand up her back and tangle it in her red hair, holding her firmly as I kiss her. Our kiss is feverish, filled with passion and possibly even love. I don’t know if I can say I’m in love with Mona, but I do love her as a person, and I’m well on my way to being in love with her. I have to be. Otherwise, why would I imagine her being by my side for years to come?
Mona slides one hand up my chest, feeling every muscle slowly. She continues kissing me and sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. Her eyes are fueled with need and desire, and I know there’s nothing that’s going to stop me right now.
I pull her up into my arms and walk over to the wall. She’s in a dress that stops just above her knees, and I reposition her as I tug her panties down her legs until they’re hanging off one foot. Her chest rapidly rises and falls, waiting for me to make my next move. My cock is hard as a rock, threatening to burst right through my pants.
I make quick work of unzipping my fly, allowing my cock to poke through and glide along the lips of her pussy. She’s already wet for me, so I glide against her a couple of times, and when I feel like my cock is lubed up enough, I slide myself inside her. She’s soaking wet, and even though she’s given birth to two children, she’s tight as ever. I rock myself in and out of her, and Mona wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her.
“God, that feels so bloody good,” Mona whispers in my ear, which only encourages me to keep going. I love it whenever she tells me how much she’s enjoying it. It only eggs me on and makes me want to get her to her release even more.
“It should only ever feel this good, Med,” I tell her as I pull her up into the air a little higher, giving myself a deeper angle. I thrust in and out of her to the point where the head of my cock is barely inside, and every time I ram all the way in, she moans loudly, digging her nails into my flesh.
“Mmm, keep doing that,” Mona requests, and who am I to not oblige?
I keep going over and over again until she’s coming down around me. Her juices flood down my cock, soaking my pants and boxers, eventually making their way to my balls. I know she’s still in the middle of an orgasm, yet I keep fucking her. I want her to ride this feeling out for as long as she can, and I want her to feel like she’s never felt before—on top of the world.
Eventually, my own orgasm rocks through me, and I finish inside of her. I don’t even care that we didn’t use a condom. It’s only a matter of time before my child is inside of her, and if that’s sooner, I won’t give a damn.
I want Mona, and I know I want her by my side forever.
Chapter Sixteen
Mona
It’s so hard to believe that in just a couple of days, we’re going to have my children out of Duarte’s estate. This has been such a long time coming. We’ve waited weeks and weeks to even get remotely close to this, and waiting another day just might kill me. We’re less than twelve hours away from me being on a plane to Spain, and then we’ll drive to Portugal. I don’t know too many details about how everything is going to happen tomorrow, but Nazyr has told me a couple of things.
The last order of clothing came in today, so I’m opening the packages and putting the final few things away. Otherwise, their room is absolutely perfect, and I think they’re going to love every bit of it.
Once I put everything away, I exit the girls’ bedroom and shut the door behind me. I decide it’s probably best if I get a shower tonight versus trying to wake up extra early tomorrow morning. I’m not a great morning person in general, and the last thing I want to do is rush around tomorrow morning. I know without a doubt that my anxiety is going to be through the roof.
I head into Nazyr’s bedroom, where I’ve been staying since he told me he wanted me in his bed every night. It’s so much like him. The wood is a darker tone, and he has a massive bed, frame, and furniture in his room as well. His sheets are a deep crimson red, and he has black curtains that hang from either side of the window.
I walk through the bedroom and pass through the doorway between the two walk-in closets. His bathroom isn’t massive, but it’s not small by any means. It’s probably a twelve-by-twelve area, and it looks like it’s been renovated recently. The bathroom is covered in tile, but the tile looks like wood. It’s a modern sort of design, which is a bit nice since the entire house is filled with hundred-year-old wood. The thing I love the most is that even though it’s renovated, it doesn’t look like the bathroom doesn’t fit in the house.
I turn on the hot water and give it a few minutes to warm up. While I do that, I grab the skin care Nazyr got me and rub the balm all over my face. The balm isn’t like a lip balm. It’s something that pulls the oils and any dirt out of your pores. Apparently, Eset told him he had to get me some, so he did. I really like how she convinced him to get it for me, especially since it’s so fucking nice. This is probably something I would’ve loved when I was in college, but I would’ve been budgeting so much that I wouldn’t have actually bought it for myself. I did a lot of penny-pinching during that time of my life.
Once I finish rubbing the oil on my face, I step into the shower and wash the substance off. After a few moments of doing that, I grab my shampoo and lather it in my hair, getting it as sudsy as I can until I’m ready to throw some conditioner in it. While I let the conditioner set in my hair, I shave my legs and underarms, then scrub a Mediterranean sea salt mixture over my body. It takes every bit of dead skin away and leaves me feeling refreshed. I wash the conditioner out of my hair after that and step out of the shower.
Nazyr has a rack that hangs on the wall, and it heats up the towels. There’s nothing better than a hot towel rack right after you get out of the shower, and I fucking love it. It’s one of the luxurious things I’ve come to adore in being with him.
I run the towel over my body and rub it along my hair so it isn’t dripping wet. Amelia brought me over some hair care products not long ago, so I spray the heat protectant in my hair and then get out my hair dryer. Within fifteen minutes, my hair is completely dry, and it looks like I’ve gone to a nice salon for a Brazilian blowout. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I notice there isn’t one dark circle under my eyes.
