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"Yes, I'm just so happy. It's been a long time since I felt this good," I tell him, not even knowing how to express the way I feel right now.
He seems pleased with my answer, though, and strips his T-shirt off over his head, followed by his boxers down his legs. I'm staring, I know, but I can't help it. His body is insane, like I knew it would be, ink painted over rippled muscle. I'm practically drooling as my eyes scan over every inch of him, landing on his dick. It's hard as a fucking rock and standing to attention just for me. He knows how good he is, and my reaction earns me a slow sexy smile from him. I smile back at him, more okay than I have been in a very long time.
He hops back into bed, crawling over me so I'm pinned beneath him. "It's only going to get better from now on. I'm here to keep that smile on your face." He kisses me, and I feel it. He's here to take care of me. I’m going to be all right from now on. We all are.
His lips drop to my neck, and my body involuntarily arches off the bed, pressing into him. "Thank you for being so amazing. You always knew how to make me feel special," I mutter, reaching for his cock, hoping I can be that same person for him. I need to have him inside of me as a matter of urgency, to truly know this is real and not just some fantasy in my head like it has been for so long.
As I stroke over his length, he reaches for a condom he must have placed on the bedside table earlier. He passes it to me, kneeling between my legs. My pussy is throbbing with need to be owned by him, and I rip the packet open and greedily roll the condom over him. "Fuck, I need you inside of me," I tell him, the desperation in my voice shocking even me. Who am I when Heath is around?
"Not as badly as I need to be." He moves forward, taking hold of my hips and pulling me onto him, filling me. I bite into my bottom lip, trying to adjust to his size. Like this, he has all control, and he uses it, sliding in and out leisurely, like he is savoring every movement. His dark, dirty gaze drops over the rest of my body. It's slow torture but feels so damn good as well. Any concerns I had earlier have disappeared. I should have known there wouldn't be a reason to worry with Heath. He has always looked at me like I was his entire universe, and tonight is no different.
He scoops me up, rolling with me, so we change position, and he's flat on his back and I'm on top of him. He digs his fingers into my ass as he pulls me onto him in harder thrusts. I roll my hips, needing more friction, more anything he is willing to give me. It feels so unbelievably good. "You're so fucking beautiful right now, baby, riding my cock, your tits bouncing."
I let out a moan that sounds more like a whimper and lean forward so I can kiss him. I need his lips on mine. Our kiss is frantic and messy as we continue to rock into each other. The friction rubbing my clit makes me feel like I'm about to lose control again already, and like he can sense it, he slaps me on the ass hard, and it tips me over the edge. I cover my mouth with my hand, biting into the flesh to stop from screaming the house down like I want to. As my pussy tightens around him and I come hard, my convulsing muscles send an earthquake of shivers through my entire body.
"You okay, beautiful?"
"Yes," I mutter, completely out of it.
Heath’s not done with me yet, though, and moves us again so I'm lying face down, ass in the air, and he comes in from behind, filling me up. I let out a gasp, loving the delicious way it feels when I'm so sensitive already from my orgasm. He stays in close, reaching for one of my breasts and massaging as he continues his slow torturous movements. I look back at him, loving the way he dominates my body.
Something changes in him, and he moves like a man possessed, really giving it to me. It's hard and deep and so fucking good. I can barely contain the noises coming from me. I bury my head in the pillow, trying to stifle them, but it’s of little use. The room is filled with the sound of sweaty bodies slapping together in between my moans, as Heath jerks forward, filling me, with a growl of satisfaction.
I’m a panting mess, and he pulls my body back into his and cradles me, placing light kisses over my hair and face, the beast in him sated and my sweet man back. That was better than I ever could have imagined. And I know this means so much more than just fucking. He was claiming me tonight. I felt it in every movement, every thrust.
"You're mine for the rest of our lives, Amelia," he says like he can read my mind.
"And you are mine," I tell him, because he always has been.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AMELIA
I’mlyingnexttothe man I fell in love with when I was just a kid. I'm regretting making him get up and put on his boxers last night, because right now, the way he is lying on his front, I could have a spectacular view of his ass.
So much has happened since we were younger, for both of us, and I never in my wildest dreams imagined I could be in his king-size bed with the super-soft sheets after just enjoying the most earth-shattering sex of my life. I don't know whether rock stars just know how to screw better than normal men or if it was so amazing because it was him. And there has been a place for Heath Riley in my heart and my sexual fantasies for as long as I can remember. He's seriously wild; I'm not going to recover from tonight anytime soon.
I'm surprised the kids haven't woken us already. We must have worn them out yesterday. I'm grateful for the extra time in bed, blissfully happy, before the crazy of the day starts all over again.
Heath stirs, turning to look at me, and the massive grin that crosses his face when he sees me still in his bed is priceless. This man kills me. "Morning, baby," he says sleepily.
"Morning." I smile, and then giggle as he pulls me in to him. "What are you doing?" I squeal.
Using his bodyweight to pin me underneath him, I can feel his morning wood showing me exactly what he has in mind. "Just bringing a few more dreams to life. This is the way I should start every day." He drops his head, kissing me.
"You're forgetting we have children in the house that can and will most likely burst through the door at any moment expecting breakfast."
"But they haven't yet, and I think we should make the most of the time we have alone." He rocks his hips into me, like I didn't already know what he had in mind.
"You make it sound so tempting, but I know my kids, and they will wait till it's just getting good then jump through the door, scaring the shit out of us and them. Besides, we can't stay in bed all day. You have that thing, don't you?"
He runs a hand through his hair. "I guess you're right." He bends down to kiss me once more, and right on cue, the door flies open, and Heath quickly rolls off me.
"Might have to invest in a lock," he mutters so only I can hear.
"Probably a good idea." I smirk back at him.
Threehourslaterwehave all had breakfast, gotten ready for the day, and lazed about the house. He has his interview booked in with the girl from LA Influencer Magazine this morning. They wouldn't normally do it on a Sunday, but he wanted me to be there so I felt like a part of it all. I don't know if that's better or worse, but I guess it's nice to be included. And if I'm going to survive this whole having-a-boyfriend-who's-a-rock-star thing, I'm going to need him to be completely transparent with me, so this is a good start.
