I took a breath. I didn’t need to rush. We had the rest of our lives to do this—for me to . . .
Make her beg.
Make her come.
Make her happy.
I was going to savor every moment.
Undoing the cufflinks on my shirt, I slid them onto a glass side table and rolled up my sleeves. Stella’s groan suggested to me that, despite her protestations, she liked a little bit of torture.
She was my perfect woman in every way.
“You’re so impatient. What am I going to do with you?” I asked.
“Anything you like,” she replied.
Like I said—my perfect woman.
I didn’t reply and just stood watching her, watching her beautiful bare pussy, ripe and ready for my fingers, lips, and cock. She groaned and reached to touch herself.
In a flash, I had circled her wrist with my fingers. “Not unless you ask me first. That’s mine to play with.”
I took her hand and placed it over my fabric-covered cock. “And this is yours.”
She fumbled to undo my zip and then wrapped her fingers around it.
So fucking eager.
So fucking perfect.
And mine.
I gritted my teeth, but I couldn’t resist and I pushed into her hand. Fuck, even her fingers were better than the best I’d ever had until Stella.
“I don’t think you’d be able to hold back,” she said. “Even if you wanted to.”
“You want to test that theory?” I asked, stepping away from her.
She shook her head, panic slicing across her face.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” I pushed her down onto her desk, one side of her lit up by the streetlights, the other shadowed but all beautiful.
I spread her knees apart, bending to inspect her pussy. Talk about beautiful—all curves, contours, and softness but hot and needy at the same time. And it belonged to me now.
She squirmed under my inspection, not out of embarrassment but desire. Fuck, how did I get so lucky? “Please, Beck.”
She was right. I couldn’t hold back—didn’t want to. I pressed the head of my cock at her entrance and tried not to explode at the searing heat of her. Fuck, I’d missed this. Missed us. Missed feeling that I had everything I needed.
It was only when she left that I realized she was so much more than I could ever have imagined.
She was everything.
I took a deep breath and slid into her, watching her as she watched me. And it was just as I remembered and more. Being as close to another person as it’s possible to be seemed to take on meaning with Stella, like our union had been foretold a millennium ago by an omniscient god or was written in the stars when the universe exploded into existence.
We were meant to be.
I’d never been surer about anything than I was about her. About us.