"So that's a yes? You'll move in with me?"
"Do I really have to answer that?" She continues kissing me, her hands slowly moving down my body. "Or would you rather me show you instead?"
She squeezes my cock through my jeans, and I walk her backward toward the enormous, waiting bed while Biscuit is gently but firmly escorted out the door.
I peel off her shirt slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it appears, then lay her back on the white bedding like something I'm still not entirely convinced I'm allowed to keep.
Her shorts go next, dragged down her legs along with her underwear, which I hold up for inspection.
"Yep. Mine now."
"You have an entiredrawer, Declan—"
"And it's expanding." I pocket them, then settle between her thighs, my palms spreading her pussy open. She's flushed and glistening and already wet for me, right here, inourroom. "Fuck, Josie. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Declan—" her voice cracks around it, "—please."
So I take my time.
I lick into her slow, deep, dragging my tongue through her folds like I'm memorizing her all over again. I circle her clit until her thighs start to tremble, then move lower, lapping at her entrance, tongue pressing inside her while she whimpers my name at the ceiling.
My thumb takes over on her clit, slow firm circles, and I feel the tension winding tighter, her hips rolling against my mouth, her breath going ragged.
"Declan—I'm—oh my God—"
She comes with her heel digging into my back and my name breaking apart in her throat, and I stay right there through all of it, licking her through the aftershocks, drinking her down, groaning against her because she is genuinely the sweetest thingI have ever tasted and I intend to tell her so daily for the rest of my life.
When I finally crawl up her body she's glowing, and she pulls me down and kisses me, tasting herself on my mouth without a flicker of shame. She reaches between us to line me up, stroking my throbbing cock as I nudge it against her soaked core.
"Thank you, Declan," she whispers. "For everything."
I lean down and kiss her, letting our foreheads touch. "No. Thank you, Josie. You showed me life is worth living."
I slide into her slowly, filling her tightness inch by inch, both of us exhaling and groaning together. When I'm buried deep, I just stop and stare at her.
"We made it," she says softly.
"We made it."
I move deeper inside her, the ocean loud through the glass, sunshine sliding across her skin. She wraps her legs around me and rakes her nails down my back in those long lines the whole locker room pretends not to see.
When I get close she pulls me deeper, ankles locking behind me.
"Oh,yes.Inside me," she breathes. "I want to feel you. Always."
And that undoes me every single time.
"Fuck,Josie…"I thrust deep, burying myself as her pussy clenches around me, and I let go. "Mine. You'remine."
She holds me, grinding her hips as she milks me dry, her moans turning to breathless sobs as she feels how much I'm giving her. She whispers my name as the flow slows, her walls fluttering as I twitch inside her one last time.
We stay connected, breathing together until her nails slowly stop gripping my shoulders. Then I shift, pulling out slowly, and watch the evidence of my claim slide out of her.
She catches my gaze, then reaches down, two fingers gathering the mess. A glistening trickle of white tracing down the inside of her thigh. She brings it to her lips, tasting us both, her eyes never leaving mine.
"You're mine too," she murmurs, and my chest cracks wide open for her all over again.
Afterward, she's draped across my chest tracing the tattoo on my arm while Biscuit is scratching at the door.
