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“You went back to Tiffany’s to get it for me?”
I chuckle. “No, baby. I never returned it.”
Her jaw drops comically, making me laugh.
“Sit up. I want you to wear it while I fuck you. My Ruby Queen.”
“You’ve already done too much. I can’t accept that.”
“Sweetheart, look at my boner. I don’t have patience for this conversation. Please, let’s fast-forward to the part where you let me have what I want.”
She sits up, sighing. “Oh, Reed.”
After clasping the necklace around her neck, I kiss her neck and shoulder. And then, finally, do the thing I’ve been fantasizing about for half my life. I pull Georgina on top of me and guide her to ride me, and as she does, as her body gyrates, and her hips snap back and forth, and her tits bounce with her movement, I tell her, over and over again, that I love her. And it’s the best sex of my life, even without the ropes and toys and harnesses.
We’re fire together, Georgina and me. We’re a pyre. I sit up as her body moves on top of mine and devour her pebbled nipples with fervor. I grab her ass and bite her neck. Inhale her scent and lick the hollow at the base of her neck. I’m delirious with desire for her. Overwhelmed to feel white-hot lust intertwining with all-encompassing love inside me, for the first time in my life. Oh, God, the sensation of loving to fuck someone, while actually loving them, as a person. I mean, totally and completely and unconditionally loving everything about them, and knowing they love me back... oh, fuck. I can’t get enough of this sublime pleasure.
I run my fingertips over the dripping gems around Georgina’s neck. And then caress her tits and pinch her hard nipples, and suck on her breasts and neck and gorgeous bottom lip, again and again. I grip her hair and run my teeth along her jawline, wanting to physically consume her. To ingest her into my body and keep her there, beholden to me, and only me. I want to fuse with her, in every way possible. I want to capture this beautiful butterfly in my net and never, ever let her go. My nerve endings on fire, my body lit up, I gaze up at the mirror above us and tell her, in graphic detail, what she looks like as she fucks me. I tell her about the way her ass is moving as she rides me. I tell her she’s my queen.
Finally, Georgie screams my name and comes, hard, and when I feel her muscles clenching and rippling with her orgasm, it’s sheer bliss for me. A direct line to a God I’ve never believed in, until now. I give myself permission to let go. And not just physically. To let go of fear. I’m hers now. Committed to giving her all of me now, no matter what.
When our bodies slacken, Georgina and I flop onto the bed, onto our backs, and stare at our smiles—and our heaving, panting, naked bodies—in the overhead mirror.
Wracked with euphoria, I grab Georgina’s hand. “Please tell me you’re home now.”
She smiles seductively. “Are you inviting me to stay here, for however long?”
“No, I’m begging you. No limitations or expiration date. As in, I want you to go down to the DMV, right after we get back from New York, and change the address on your driver’s license.”
She opens her mouth and eyes as wide as they’ll go.
“Yep,” I say, chuckling at her shocked expression. “This is DMV-serious, baby.”
Georgina bites her lip. “You’re serious? Because I’m not willing to go back down to the DMV again any time soon. It’s hell down there.”
I sit up and look down at her. “Seriously, Georgie. I’m in it for the long haul with you. I’m sure. Please, tell me you’re sure, too. It’s you and me, from now on.”
She nods. “I’m sure.”
I lean down and kiss her. But then pull away excitedly and grab my phone off the nightstand with a loud hoot.
“What?”
“I’m telling Owen to get your bike back here ASAP. I want the Ginger Rogers of Spin to start kicking my ass again, as soon as possible.”
Georgina sighs like a Disney princess. “I’m so happy.”
“I’m also telling Owen to add you to my flight tomorrow.”
“Don’t do that. I mean, I’d love to travel with you. But I’ve already got a flight booked. No sense wasting money.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re coming with me. We’re flying first class.”
“Oooh, I’ve never flown first class!” She giggles. “Okay, I’m coming with you.”
We both laugh.
As I get settled onto my back again, she turns onto her side and drags a fingertip down the center groove of my abs. “So... I hate to say this and ruin the afterglow... but I think, before we get too swept away on endorphins, we should talk.”
