She was his. She would belong to no other, just him. Always him. She’d admitted her love for him, the sweetest, most poignant words ever spoken and he’d confessed his love for her in return.
Mine.
They were together. They belonged together. For better or worse and it didn’t matter one good goddamn if he sounded like he just recited wedding vows, he was that gone over her. The mere thought of marrying her, making her his in a permanent and legal way sent a warm, exciting tremor rumbling throughout his body.
“You belong to me,” he muttered as he fucked her relentlessly, the sound of their connecting bodies loud and juicy. Arousing and delicious. She was so wet, so stuffed full of him and he knew she was close. Could tell by the tempo of her breathing, the clenching and tightening of her body.
“Yes,” she panted, out of breath, gasping for air. “I belong to you.”
“No one else.” He thrust hard, making her cry out. “Not ever.”
“Only you, Eric. Only you.” The last word keened as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering. Her inner muscles clamped tight around his shaft, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing until he had no choice but to come.
Which he did. With a loud, resounding roar of approval. His entire body shook with his release, it felt as if his cock would never stop spurting come and then finally, finally it was over.
As was their performance. It was good while it lasted but damn it, now he wanted Stacy all to himself.
Eric took her into his arms. Just lifted her as if she weighed nothing and hauled her to the bed, gently setting her down. She watched in exhausted splendor as he went to the sliding glass door and saluted his neighbor with a jaunty wave of his hand and tip of his head, then jerked the curtains shut. With a giggle, she pulled the cool sheet up, covering herself and he frowned when he noticed, shaking his head.
“I’m cold,” she said in explanation.
“I’ll come and warm you up.” The wicked smile that followed his statement meant he would no doubt warm her up and then some.
Not that she minded.
He went to the bed and lay down next to her, drawing her close. She went willingly, snuggling against his chest, breathing deep his familiar fragrance, a mixture of his cologne, soap and a hint of sweat. His chest was still damp, his body relaxed and loose though she swore she caught a glimpse of his rising cock when she glanced down.
As if he might be ready for action again—and soon.
Unbelievable. The man was insatiable.
“I think we have a new fan,” Eric said with a chuckle, drawing his fingers down her arm.
She shivered at the light touch and giggled. “I’m sure.” Immediately she sobered and glanced up at him. “You must think I’m a complete slut.”
“No.” He pulled her closer and dropped a kiss to her forehead. “I think you’re perfect.”
“I am far from perfect.” She shook her head and practically snorted.
Eric slipped his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her head up so their gazes met. His expression was serious, intent as he looked into her eyes. “Hey.” His voice was soft yet firm. “Don’t insult the woman I love.”
She sighed with pure happiness. Would she ever grow tired of hearing him say that?
Probably not.