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In the next second, I turned her around, my hands on her ass as I lifted her off the counter and into my arms, my dick still buried in her. I had her back flat on the table, her legs falling open so I could move closer to her. I kept my palms on her inner thighs, forcing her to give me access as I thrust into her still clenching cunt.
Once.
Twice.
Fuck, three times I thrust into her. I could feel my balls drawing up, feel that tightening at the base of my spine with my impending orgasm.
And when I couldn’t hold onto it anymore, couldn’t control myself, I pulled out of her quickly, grabbed my cock that was slick with her pussy juiciness, and started pumping my palm over the length as I stared at where I was just buried.
“Touch that pussy for me,” I managed to grit out, and when she slid her fingers between her thighs and stroked her clit, I got off.
My body was tense, the muscle and sinew that lay just beneath my skin straining as I let my self-control loose. I groaned loudly, never taking my eyes from her as I came for my woman, because of her.
Fuck.
Jet after jet of milky white cum shot out the tip of my dick, landing on her exposed pussy. I loved filling her up, but sometimes I liked the forbidden sight of me covering her pale skin with my seed.
I grunted, groaned, let the ropes bathe her, mark her. And she begged for me, needed so much more, and I’d give her all of it. I’d give her my life if that’s what she needed.
When my orgasm was done, I gasped out. Every time I came because of Zoey was like that first time. It was powerful and intense, stealing my breath and my sanity. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, our sweat-slicked chests rubbing together, her nipples beading up more from the friction and pressing against my pecs.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.
“I love you too.”
Things might not always be perfect, and I knew life scared Zoey in general, with the possibilities, the fear of everything getting taken away. But I showed her day in and day out that I was here for the long haul. We were a team, a unit, and she was my priority. I’d do anything to make sure she was always happy.
I pulled her in for an embrace, just holding her, just letting myself feel every part of her. She was perfect. I wanted it all with her.
Marriage.
A family.
A cat and dog that ran around in the backyard with the white picket fence.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply again. Her scent would forever be ingrained in my mind. She’d never be able to run from me, because I’d always find her.
“I love you,” I whispered against the side of her throat once more. “You’re my everything.” I felt her tighten her hold around me and groaned at what a fucking lucky bastard I was. After all the shit I’d done in my life, all the marks against me ever being happy, here I was with the woman of my dreams.
And every day for the rest of my life, until I drew my last breath, I’d make sure I never fucked this up.
