A smile cracks his face, and he opens his eyes halfway and turns to look at me.
“Better than.”
“You?” he asks and I roll to my side to face him.
“Luck is finally on my side.”
I look down at my stomach and know I should wipe it off, but I don’t want to.
I meet his eyes and my breath catches at the tenderness there and at the thought that fills my head. “I found my person.”
“It’s always been on your side. You just needed to shift a little so you could see it.”
“Well, thank you for helping me make that shift. Thank you for not judging me and for not holding me back.”
“Never. We’re a world of our own, and here, anything is possible.” He drops a kiss on my lips and rolls away and off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back in a minute.” He walks to the bathroom and less than a minute later walks back with a towel rolled up in his hands.
He drops it on my bare stomach and I gasp at the heat. He picks it up and wipes me clean.
“That’s nice,” I say.
“Thank you.”
“I told you I’m nice,” he says and tosses the towel away.
He runs his hands down my hip bones and cups my pussy and smiles.
“I like that you don’t shave,” he murmurs, stroking my hair.
“I do. Just not everything,” I say with a giggle and then a moan when his finger finds my clit and rubs small circles.
He moves and scoops me up with him.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable.”
He drops me into the chair beside his bed and kneels in front of me.
He cups each of my thighs and drapes my legs over the arms of the chair so I’m wide open in front of him. Making me like an offering to him.
“Hello, my pet,” he speaks directly to my pussy like it’s going to talk back.
“Your pet?” I giggle.
“Yes. Mine.” He rests his chin on my thigh and gazes up at me. “I love you, I know you. You are my best friend. My secret garden. The master of my universe. The ruler of me. I’m not saying we’re immortal,but I think this could last forever.”
My heart is flying a thousand miles an hour, screaming at the top of its lungs when he lowers his head, almost like he’s bowing to it to pray, and then his tongue is on me, moving up, licking and setting the world on fire.
He parts my lips with his thumbs and runs his tongue along the inner seams. I arch my back and whimper his name.
His tongue prods my entrance, and I buck up against him and groan loud and long when his mouth descends on me. The flat of his tongue applies pressure as his lips suck and nip and his fingers find my nipples and tug and pinch and I am undone.
His mouth is inhaling and my heartbeat is so loud I’m not sure I’ll survive but when he takes me over the edge, I do so much more than survive.
