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“I spent the past two weeks fantasizing about this,” he rasped as he pushed deeper. “How fucking wet you get for me. How hot your pussy is. How much I love filling you up.”
She moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips.
“You’re perfect, Veronica.” He was finally pressed as deep as he could get. He closed his eyes and held himself still for a moment, feeling her body ease around him.
“I’m not,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are. So fucking perfect.”
“No,” she insisted, but when he moved within her, she stopped denying it. She only moaned and wrapped her legs tighter.
“Don’t you feel perfect?” he growled. “Don’t you feel like everything I want?”
She shook her head, but he kept fucking her until she said yes. Yes, she was perfect. Yes, she was everything he wanted. Yes, he loved filling her up more than he loved anything in the world.
He loved her pussy and her breasts and the way her sweet face melted into carnality as he sank his cock into her over and over. The way she dug her nails into his back. The way she began to meet his thrusts. The way she got wetter and wetter the longer he fucked her, her body wanting more, more, more.
Yes.
The pleasure descended over him, pushing against the pressure building inside until he couldn’t bear it anymore. His orgasm seized him tight. With a gasp, he sank himself deeper, faster, coming so hard that he felt dizzy with it. Everything went dark except that painful pleasure. It felt like a full minute before it faded.
He opened his eyes to find Veronica watching with a strange, tender look on her face. She stroked a hand over his cheek, and he turned to press a kiss to her palm. “I love you, Veronica,” he said against her skin.
She let her hand fall away. “Don’t say that.”
“I know it’s too soon. But it’s true.” When he leaned down to kiss her, she kissed him back. He didn’t need her to say it. He didn’t even need her to feel the same right now. But he wanted her to know how he felt.
He slid free of her body and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he got back, he slipped under the covers with her and pulled her into his arms.
“It’s strange,” she whispered, “how quickly someone else’s presence becomes comfortable.”
“It doesn’t always happen,” he said, and felt her nod against him. “Sometimes you just want to get away from the other person as soon as you can.”
“Yeah, I remember that even from my few false starts. But it never felt strange with you. I always wanted to get closer.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” he said with a chuckle. “How long are you staying?”
“Here? I leave tomorrow.”
The shock of that was almost a physical pain. “What?”
“I have two meetings in the morning, and I fly out around three. I didn’t want to stay long. You know how I feel about the city.”
He scooted higher on the bed, sitting up so he could look at her. “But you had a good time today. Everything seemed...good.”
She looked up at him for a moment, but then she sat up, too, dragging the sheets high to cover herself. “It was good. Obviously. This was really good. But, Gabe... I’m going home.”
“Okay, fine,” he said, the warmth in his body starting to replace itself with something hotter. Anger or panic. “This was a preliminary trip. But I don’t want this to be over. I meant it when I said I missed you. Being with you here feels right. Like I never left.”
She shook her head, still not looking at him. “I can’t do this.”
Yes, the heat was definitely panic. “I know you’re angry. You have a right to be.”
“That’s not it,” she started, but he cut her off.
“You’re in Jackson, yes, but I’ll come out as often as I can.”
“What, twice a year?”
