“Open your eyes, Mae,” I say, another kiss just above her clit this time.
Her eyes open, and she looks down at me, but I shake my head.
“Look up at the stars, baby.”
The moon is so bright, I can see the subtle sheen that fills her dark eyes. “You are my stars,” she whispers.
I smile as my tongue reaches out slowly, licking up her centre and flicking over her clit. Her eyes flutter closed on an inhale, but when I do it again, I see her open them and look up to the night sky.
I take my time to lavish her pussy with my mouth, while my hands roam over her hips and up her chest, getting my fill of the beautiful woman who slowly falls apart beneath me.
Her legs start to squirm, tightening around my head as her pussy chases my mouth, growing more desperate for release. Her breath starts to heave. I bring one hand up to her nipple, flicking over the barbell while my other hand splays over her stomach, thumb rubbing over her clit.
Maevyn groans as she brings one hand up to cover mine, where it plays with her nipple, and she buries the other in my hair, lovingly brushing through the strands. My cock hardens in my pants as I bring Maevyn to pleasure, cos that’s all I need. I moan as she tugs on my hair, and dip my tongue inside her cunt.
“Fuck, Westley.” Her back arches off the blanket as her legs shake and she grinds against my face, practically convulsing as she throws her head back and screams to the stars.
I lick her arousal clean from her skin, not wasting a drop of the pleasure she’s given me. Something primal burns my skin as I once again realise I’m the only person she’s let have her this way. I’ll treasure that trust ’til the day I die.
As she catches her breath I pull off my T-shirt and kick off my shoes and jeans. With a fist wrapped around my hard cock, my need burns brighter. I wait until her breathing calms down and her eyes find mine, then lift a finger, beckoning her to me.
She bites her lip, holding back a grin that’s both devious and enchanting as she comes to her knees and leans into me, her lips just a whisper away from mine. As soon as I go to meet her, she pulls back with a smirk. My wicked little trickster. I wrap an arm behind her back and scoop under her knees, whisking her off the car. She squeals as her hands lock around my neck, then I place her on her feet, guiding her hands to lean down on the back of the tray so I can stand behind her, my chest pressing against her back.
“What do you think you’re playing at, Trickster?” I say, pulling her hair away from her neck and kissing her shoulder, then up the column of her throat.
She tilts her head with a moan as I keep kissing her. One hand holds her hip, and the other guides my cock into her from behind.
“Just want to drive you wild, Thief.” She sighs as I slowly push into her.
“What makes you think you don’t already do that by just existing?” I pull out and thrust back in.
Her head falls against my shoulder. My hand moves up her chest, wrapping around her throat, tilting her head back further until she’s looking at the stars once more.
I keep fucking her with the dedication she deserves, taking my time so she feels every inch of my cock as I make my home inside her. So she feels every beat of my heart as it presses against her back and every breath that mingles with hers, because I am forever bound to her.
“Can you count all the stars you see, baby?” Her hands cover mine, and it’s like her love is wrapping around my soul as we rock against each other.
“No,” she says on a gasp. “I’d be counting forever.”
“That’s how long I’ll love you.”
She turns her head, eyes glistening as she leans in and kisses me. I can taste her tears as they fall, and I continue to make love to her.
Her fingers lace through mine as she pulls my hand from her neck, pressing my palm to her chest.
I can feel her heart thrashing as she whispers against my lips, “Until my heart stops beating. That’s how long I’ll love you.”
43
“Do you think Callie’s having her baby?” Aurora asks, adjusting her sling as we start making dinner. I close the fridge door, my eyes catching on the fortune cookie message stuck to the front.
If you’re still wondering what it’s like to fall in love, it’s all the days since I met you.
Aurora was thrilled when I picked her up after school the next day and told her I’d talked to Westley. She spent the afternoon printing more photos she’d taken of the three of us. They’re displayed proudly in the centre of the fridge, along with the cookie message Westley gave her later that night.
“Westley said it was false labour pains. They’re just monitoring her to be sure.”
I was at work earlier when West called to say Callie was on her way to the hospital with what felt like contractions. He told us not to rush down until they knew for sure, so we’re sitting by the phone, waiting.
