I couldn’t help the big grin that split my face. “Since you said please.” I thrust inside that burning hot pussy.
“Ahh,” I groaned.
She held me tightly in the paradise between her legs. Nothing like it. But still I wanted more, needed to be deeper inside her. I pushed her thighs forward, maneuvering her calves so her ankles were over my shoulders. And I thrust into her—balls deep within that hot pussy.
Already my whole groin was tightening, getting ready to spill. I didn’t want to come yet, wanted to hang on, but—
“Baby…” I released into her, pounding her deeply—harder, harder, harder—until the last drop had squeezed from my cock.
Always so much more with Melanie, so much more than the normal release. A deliverance. A pilgrimage to a higher plane. A fucking salvation.
I moved to the side of her so as not to crush her with my body weight.
She didn’t move to cuddle with me right away. Had I taken it too far tonight?
But before I could voice my thought, she turned toward me.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Thank you? Whatever for?”
“For showing me a little bit of who you are. For not being afraid to let me see that part of you.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but she shushed me.
“I’m not naïve, Jonah. I know this is only the beginning. I won’t say I’m ready for everything. Thank you. I love you, and I want to know you. This is part of who you are. And for the record, I enjoyed it very much.” She smiled.
A warm glow permeated me. I turned and met her gaze. “I love you too, and thank you for letting me share this with you.”
I thought about the diamond choker in my top dresser drawer that I had originally intended to offer to her as a collar, to bind her to me as my submissive—at least in the bedroom. And even though I knew she might leave me once I told her the truth about that fateful night when I had neglected to take her phone call, I still wanted her to have it.
It was hers. It had been since the moment I’d seen it in the glass case at the jewelry shop in Grand Junction. No one else would ever be able to wear it.
It was hers. Only hers.
Chapter Twenty–Four
Melanie
Without saying anything, Jonah rose from the bed and walked over to his chest of drawers. I couldn’t help smiling to myself. He had done things to me tonight that I’d never imagined. Yes, I knew they were only the beginning. Despite my reservations, I had enjoyed myself. I wanted to know him. I wanted to know his deepest most secret parts. And I wanted to please him.
I had seen some of his depth tonight. That thought made me very happy.
He came back, holding a velvet jeweler’s case. I gasped.
“I saw this a few weeks ago,” he said. “It was made for you. I knew it as soon as I saw it. I love you. I want you to have this.”
I trembled as I opened the case. A choker of diamonds set in white gold. Or it could be platinum for all I knew. “Jonah…I can’t…”
“You can. And you will.”
“But the cost…”
“The money means nothing to me. You know that. You don’t owe me anything for this, Melanie. It’s a small payment for everything you’ve done for my family.”
“Payment? I’ve been paid.”
He shook his head vehemently. “That came out all wrong. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s not any kind of payment. I just want you to understand the cost means nothing to me. When I saw this necklace in the window, I knew you had to have it. It was made for you. Here, let me.”