Lover (Court University 4)

I rolled to mount him, naked, too, above abs stretched taut and tight, skin richly toasted with a honey tan. I worked my hips, and his head drilled back.

“Fuck,” he gritted as he tugged my hips down to meet his thrusts, my breasts bouncing, heavy and aching. He pinched a nipple, and I ground into the ecstasy, riding his cock in rapid rhythm. Believe it or not, I got on top to unravel him. But once again, he always turned the tides. He almost always had the upper hand when it came to us.

And somehow that was okay.

Somehow it was

all right to give in, to give myself over to this and just be with him. Beyond the pressures. Beyond the thoughts and the labels in my head and strip everything down. To just be this man’s girlfriend.

To just be his.

He came before I did, and my walls opened up, vibrating not far behind. I squeezed him inside me so tight I thought I’d die, and he kissed my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth while I came down from the high.

I held his head there, letting him caress me, care for me. I didn’t want it to end.

I’d never been a crier during sex. Not that I didn’t love sex. It’d just never made me emotional. But more than one time, he’d managed to make me do it. Today wasn’t that day, but I’d be lying to say I wasn’t compelled.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely in love with him.

“I love you.” Ramses breathed the words behind me, kissing my back, tasting my skin. He had his arms woven around me, his powerful body spooning me. His brow touched my head. “So much.”

Trembles shook my very limbs, and reaching back, I ran my fingers over his short hair. I nudged him to kiss me, turning in his arms.

“I love you,” he said again, to my face this time when he pulled my lips apart. “Fuck, how much I love you.”

I loved him, sighing. “I love you too.”

We stopped kissing for him to look at me, his fingers winding into my hair. He’d pulled it down, the pair of us so sweaty and messy. We both smelled like sex, all damp and heated skins.

His mouth dropped to mine. “You love me?”

Almost awe to his voice, but something told me it wasn’t because he didn’t know. I mean, he must have.

I folded a hand behind his neck. “I love you.”

He needed to hear it. He needed me to admit it. His nose brushed against mine before he captured my lips in slow, rhythmic kisses. He grinned. “Of course, you do.”

I laughed, the arrogant ass.

My arrogant ass.

He brought me beneath him, pressing his body on top of mine. I lost count how many more times we made love before he simply held me, the pair of us just lying in this moment. He drew lazy circles against the back of my neck, his soft breath in my ear.

“You know, I didn’t bring you up here to fuck you.” He touched his forehead to my hair, our fingers lacing. “But maybe I should play the lottery since I apparently have a lucky streak.”

He’d normally get punched for less, but since he had my hands, I only got to hear his laugh. I smiled, and he hugged me, kissing my hair.

“I went to see my dad,” he admitted. “But not for closure.”

I turned around, looking at him. “What happened?”

As it turned out, a lot. He’d shifted the focus of his business, at least some of it. He’d decided to pursue the things he wanted while at the same time running his family’s company in his own way.

“He said he was proud of me.” He laughed, but it wasn’t dry or sarcastic. Like he more so couldn’t believe what had happened. He kissed my fingers before looping his arms around me. “That used to be all I ever wanted. He was really hard on me growing up. So, pleasing him used to mean so much. My entire world for so long.”

“And now?”

His chin touched my shoulder. “Now, I’m living for me. For the future.”