He moves toward me like a predator, his gaze on me. He climbs on the bed, spreads my legs apart and presses himself between them.
He kisses my mouth, using one hand to stroke my breasts, torture my nipples, and then fingers me until I’m panting and sobbing his name, pleading for him to fuck me.
“Want me?” he whispers, his fingers stroking me, filling me up. “Want my cock inside you?”
“Yes!” I whimper. “Please, Matt.”
“Oh fuck, yeah,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out, and pushes his cock inside me.
We both moan at the sensation. He grabs my leg, lifts it around his waist, pushing deeper, and I cry out, the pleasure bordering on pain, the fullness stopping my thoughts.
His mouth descends on mine, silencing me, and he starts thrusting in earnest, pounding inside me, every stroke lighting up my body like a neon sign, making my mind flicker.
And all the while he’s kissing me, eating up my mouth, my taste on his tongue, my body at his mercy, invaded and taken and it’s starting again, the clenching deep inside me.
“Matt…” I breathe when he breaks the fusion of our mouths to draw breath. “I’m… I can’t…”
My pussy clenches hard, and I bite my lower lip not to scream. A loud moan escapes me as I come again, tightening around his cock again, and again, my back lifting off the bed with the intensity of it.
“Oh Christ.” His face contorts, and his body bows over me. “Fuck, Tay...” His eyes go wide, and his mouth goes slack as he thrusts erratically a few more times inside me, making me groan, and pulls out his cock in the last moment, spilling scorching heat all over my belly and breasts. “Damn.”
He collapses beside me, an arm over my chest, breathing harshly in my ear. His cum is crisscrossing my body, like a net. Like he captured me.
I like it.
I grin up at him, and he lifts a shaky hand to stroke my mouth. “You know…” he murmurs sleepily. “You’re the light of my life.”
“And you’re mine,” I whisper, staring at his handsome face, the pretty long-lashed eyes, his square jaw, the fall of dark hair over his forehead.
He smiles.
God, that smile. A hell of a smile. It makes his eyes brighten and dimples appear in his cheeks and… it turns my heart over.
And then he says, “I love you.”
Epilogue: Golden Promises
Octavia
“Come on, Tati,” Cole says, tugging on my hand.
I take another step, stumbling on a fold in the carpet. “Where are we going?”
“You will see,” Mary says from my other side.
“Eventually. Because right now I don’t see a thing.”
The blindfold is scratchy, tickling my cheekbones. There’s an itch on the bridge of my nose, but two very determined kids are holding tightly on my hands, leading me across the living room.
As we approach the door, the fresh morning breeze sends strands of hair over my face, and the scent of flowers and mown grass.
“Am I not allowed a peek? Just a peek?”
“No, Tati,” Cole says patiently, and I supress the urge to giggle at his serious baby voice. “No peek.”
“But how will I go down the steps without seeing?” The three porch steps are pretty steep and breaking my leg would spoil the day.
“Daddy is waiting,” Mary says.