"You are delicious. So good. I could eat you for every single meal." I tease her clit with flicks of my tongue, loving the way she moans and shakes as I build up a steady rhythm. And when I slip a finger inside her, her hips buck up, allowing me even more access, and I can feel her walls starting to quiver already. A few strokes in and out, keeping time with my tongue and the woman I love breaks apart beneath me.
It's the best feeling in the world, being able to give her that kind of pleasure.
My body is aching with the need to be inside her, but I don't want to rush her.
Except that Lydia apparently wants it all now and waiting any longer isn't part of her plan.
She tugs me up until I'm braced over her and smiles. "I need you. All of you. Right now."
I hesitate for a second, pulled between desire and protecting her. She guesses the dilemma correctly.
"I trust you, Brand. And I'm on birth control. All clean and ready to go. I want you to come inside me."
The dirty words are enough to make me press my cock against her, rocking against her clit as I draw out a cry from her.
"You're a dream come true. Everything I've wanted since the first time I saw you. You're everything."
Her eyes are locked with mine as I slide inside her. I take it slow, giving her time to stretch and accommodate my size. My body wants to pump in and out, to stop holding back, but this moment is all about her. Giving her what she needs, what she wants. Because then I get what I want, too.
When the tension in her body relaxes, I pull back and then thrust forward. Each stroke takes me deeper and deeper, until I finally hit the end of her. Her eyes are glazed with feeling, her skin is flushed pink, and her fingernails are digging into the skin of my back as she urges me on.
She feels so good, her body warm and tight around my cock, and I'm holding on to my control by a thread. As I pump into her, faster and faster, she clings to me and cries out as her pleasure builds up. I can feel it, her inner walls starting to flex around me, tightening like even the most intimate parts of her don't want to let me go.
Primal satisfaction swells in me when she cries out my name, her hips lifting up and her body shaking beneath mine. I bury myself inside her, as deep as I can go, and then unleash the shred of restraint still holding me back. Tension builds at the base of my spine, spiraling out until I can't hold back and my release comes, flooding out of me and filling her full.
We come down from the height together, holding each other close as I roll onto my back, cradling her against my chest. I'm still inside her, sweat is cooling on her skin, and there's no placeelse I ever want to be. I flip the quilt over us, shielding her from the cold, and brush her hair over her shoulders so it doesn't get caught between us.
After a few minutes, she lifts her head and looks up at me.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Fear fills me for an instant, worry that maybe she's regretting what we've done, the connection between us that I know is the turning point in my life.
She shrugs, and smiles, tracing a pattern on my chest. "I was wondering. Will you be my date to the Mistletoe Ball? I know it's going to be full of people, but there will be good food and I promise to wear a pretty dress."
I laugh and a bubble of happiness fills me. "I will tolerate the crowds to see you in a pretty dress. As long as I get to be the one to take it off you after."
"You've got a deal."
She snuggles into me, and I wrap her close. We haven't solved all our problems, but we've solved the ones that matter for now. The rest we'll face together.
We fall asleep like that, no longer alone.
12
LYDIA
Brand looks hotter than even I expected. The sight of his broad shoulders in that tuxedo jacket was good enough to make me almost drool. And I've seen him in so many amazing ways over the last few weeks. Clothed, naked, soapy in the shower - the man is gorgeous in every imaginable setting.
But this fancy version of him does something to my insides and the gently possessive feel of his hand in the small of my back as we make our way around the ballroom has me thinking all kinds of things. Dirty, hot, sexy things.
"You've got a grin on your face that tells me I want to know exactly what you're thinking."
"Well I'm not telling you anything until you've danced with me at least three times. And you've talked to the mayor, and Rich. They're both looking for you."
Brand sighs. Since he formally agreed to take on the fire chief role, he's had to endure meetings with the county commissioner and navigate governmental bureaucracy far too often. But any time I worry that it will make him want to quit, he just digs in and gets the job done.
I'm the managing administrator for the department, and it's giving me the tangible connection I need with my dad's work. I've also been working with the museum on their opening plans and going through my father's collection with them. So many of his cherished things will live on for others to see and learn from. No longer hidden away in dark, dusty rooms. His legacy to this community.
"Three dances? That's easy. I've been dying to get my hands on you since I saw you in this dress." He chuckles and the sound vibrates into me from behind. "But talking to people? I don't know, sweetheart. You might be asking too much of me there."
