“I fucking love it.” I punctuated the point by exploding, a shattering orgasm ripping through me. After I cried it, I asked, breathlessly, “You?”
“Best decision I ever made.”
After he came, Michael fell on top of me, and I didn’t even care that he was crushing me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. I just needed to feel his weight on me, to be grounded. After a second though, he rolled off with a sigh.
“Felicia.”
“Y
es?” I pulled my hair out from under his shoulder, nipples still hard, legs trembling.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. And I’m going to fuck you again in five minutes.”
Yes. Goosebumps raced across my skin. “Thanks for the warning. I’ll be sure to be up on all fours in five minutes then.”
* * *
I groaned. She was giving me a smirk that did all kinds of things to me. I pulled her on top of me as she gave a shriek of protest. “Hey.”
“Hey nothing. You are going to kill me. But it will be worth it.” I kissed her. “Now let me feel your skin on mine while I close my eyes for a minute. No complaining.”
She didn’t complain. Instead, she started shifting. Teasing. Rocking her hips against mine. There was no way I was going to relax or rest with all that action going on. She had me hard again in less than two minutes.
Gripping her hips, I flipped her off and onto her stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “It hasn’t been five minutes yet. Though I should have set a timer.”
I stroked my hand over her tight little ass and gave her a light smack. All that creamy white flesh above those black boots was just too fucking much to resist. “I don’t need the whole five minutes. Not with you being you.”
Felicia rose up onto her knees. “Notice my sheer obedience here.” She shifted her knees apart and put her palms on the mattress.
I swallowed. Hard. Her dark hair was cascading over her pale back and I had never wanted a woman as much.
“Duly noted,” I said.
Then I grabbed her hips and joined us in hot, mutual passion.
An hour later, we were both completely depleted, and Felicia was asleep next to me, boots finally off.
All I could think was that I’d met my match.
I had just over a month to convince this amazing woman that she belonged in New York permanently. With me.
Eight
“Does anyone notice anything different about me?” I asked my friends, making a point to raise my hand and rest it on my chin so the engagement ring was prominent.
“Did you get your brows threaded?” Savannah asked, sticking a plantain into a bowl of guacamole.
We were in a cute little hole-in-the-wall in Williamsburg, around the corner from Savannah’s place.
“No, but I’m glad they look manicured.” I fluttered my fingers. “Guess again.”
“Is that a real diamond?” Leah asked, leaning across the table. “Are you testing that out before you list it?”
“Oh my God,” Savannah exclaimed. “How did I miss that ring? It looks like an engagement ring.”
“It is.” I had to admit I was having fun with the reveal, even if it was a fake engagement.