“Dark,” I pushed hair back from her face, “would be having to face an eternity without you.”
At that she pulled me to her and kissed me, reassuring me we were together in this moment.
“What’s irritating is you’ll still probably look hot with wrinkles.”
“Oh, you bet your sweet ass I will. And wait until you see how good I look with a mustache.”
All humor fled from her face. “No mustache.”
“Oh, come on,” I tickled her sides, but she slapped at my hands. “It will really complete that Magnum PI look I’ve got going.”
“You’re crazy.”
“You love it.”
Before she could fight me anymore, I gently stroked her breast, brushing my thumb across her nipple until it hardened under my teasing. Miranda moaned into my mouth, her hands threading through my hair, holding me closer. I slid my hand over her body, slipping my fingers down until I found her hot, ready, and wet for me. My finger parted her lower lips and sunk into her, making her gasp, sending blood to my fast-stiffening cock.
“You can’t imagine how good this feels, being with you in your bed like this. Like we are just two people.” I added a second finger and stroked faster.
“We are just two people,” she said even as her breathing turned ragged and she fought to keep her eyes open.
“Oh god, that’s so hot,” I said, pulling back.
She giggled even as I removed my fingers, but she stopped as I dropped between her legs and licked up her slit slowly. Her breath hitched as I continued to lap at her, my tongue swirling and twirling around her sensitive areas. I could feel her pulse quicken, her desire for me becoming more desperate. It was in this moment that I felt truly alive, that I knew I belonged to this woman, that I was home.
Fingers wrapped around my hair as she held on for dear life, nearing her breaking point. I didn't realize how much I needed this connection, this moment of pure intimacy with Miranda, until I felt my tongue dancing over her most intimate places. She tasted sweet and salty, her skin warm and soft against my touch. I licked and suckled, savoring every taste and every moan she let out, drinking in her passion like nectar.
Her moans grew louder, and I knew she was close. I slipped a finger inside her, matching the rhythm of my tongue, and she let out a scream, her body convulsing as she arched against my face. I drank in her climax, savoring every drop, every sensation.
I continued to gently lap at her until she recovered, and then she rolled us over, so she was on top.
Gazing up at her beauty, I found my rock, my North Star—and I would do anything to keep her safe, happy, and content.
Straddling my hips, her gaze met mine. Slowly, she lowered onto me, surrounding me like a hot velvet glove. I threw my head back and dug my fingers into her hips.
Being mortal didn’t make sex any less mind melting, as it turned out. She rode me like she owned me, which she absolutely fucking did. We came shaking and crying out together until all the pleasure had been wrung from our bodies.
In the end we lay naked, sweaty and satisfied, limbs curled around each other.
“I still want that cake,” I said into her neck.
“Perfect. You go get it and bring it back here with a couple forks,” she said, with a contented sigh. “And a big glass of water while you’re at it.”
“What do I have to do to get you to do it?” I said, feeling too boneless to get up.
She held out a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors. Loser gets the cake.”
“Game on.”
Epilogue
2 YEARS LATER
MIRANDA
“You can play video games when you guys are done with the dishes,” I said, stopping both Xander and Jamal from creeping away.
“I made dinner,” Xander pointed out with more than just a little too much smug pride. He had, and it was ridiculously delicious. Rustic lamb ragu and pasta. Xander was more than a fast learner and had become something of a chef in short order.
