Come Together (The Cityscape 3)

I agreed with a muffled purr. He bent and kissed me between the legs, running his tongue the length of me and inserting another finger.

“Do you want to come like this?”

“No,” I breathed.

“How then?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckled. “Of course.” He fingered me slightly harder, causing me to jerk. “Hold still.”

I fisted my hands into the sheets and took it, trying not to squirm as he tongued me. But I couldn’t.

Without removing his mouth, so I still felt his breath between my legs, he asked, “Will you hold still or do I have to tie you up?”

“I want to be bound,” I said. “But only by you.”

He climbed onto the bed, and I offered my hands behind me. He grasped both of my wrists easily in one big hand. He yanked my underwear down to my knees and pressed the head of his cock against my opening.

“Please,” I moaned.

His grip tightened around my wrists, while he continued sliding his crown through my wetness. My body shivered with anticipation. “I will, when you stop squirming.”

I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

After a moment, he bent over my back so his mouth was at my ear. “That’s a good girl,” he said and rammed himself in to the base. His hands moved to my biceps as he straightened up, pulling me onto him as he thrust once.

“Oh, David,” I rasped.

“Love when you say my name,” he grated and thrust another time against his stronghold.

“David,” I whimpered, and his pace quickened, giving it to me hard as he used my own body as leverage. “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” I cried out brokenly. “So fucking good.”

My shoulders ached and my cheek burned from the comforter, but he gave it to me faster, harder, without mercy, and I could only moan my satisfaction into the mattress.

I could tell he was close when his fingers squeezed my biceps. “You look sexy as fuck right now,” he said. “Come on, Olivia.”

“Come with me,” I pleaded.

I clenched around him, and he yelled out, jerking my arms back as he gave me a punishing final thrust and began to spurt into me. I quivered as I both came ap

art underneath him and drank him in at the same time.

“Christ,” he breathed. He pulled out, and I dropped my hips, flattening out on the bed. I stretched and shook my arms, and he climbed over my ass to straddle me. I groaned as he kneaded out my shoulders and massaged my arms.

“Orgasm and a massage?” I moaned. “Best husband ever.”

“Best what?”

“Best husband ever.”

He leaned over my back and growled into my ear. “Say it again.”

“Husband.”

He flipped me onto my back suddenly and looked me in the face. His hand smoothed over my hairline and before he could say it, I cut him off. “Love you,” I whispered.

He smiled. “Love you, too.” And then he pinned me with a passionate kiss. Within seconds he stiffened, long and hard against my thigh.

“Mmm. Again?” I asked hopefully into his mouth.

He nodded. “Again.”

~

I jerked awake when David’s phone vibrated on the nightstand. His arms around me disappeared as he reached for it, and I groaned at the loss. “Who’s calling at this time on a Sunday morning?”

He ignored me and answered it with a curt, “Dylan.” I closed my eyes and listened to his rumbling voice. “Right now?” he asked and paused. “Yes, yes. That’s good. I’ll be there.”

“Honey?” I asked.

“I have to run into the city for a little bit.”

“David,” I groaned again. “Not now. I’m cold.”

He laughed and wrapped me in his big, warm arms. “I hate to leave you cold, honeybee, but it’s important. I promise I won’t be long.” He pulled my earlobe between his teeth. “Nightmares?” he whispered.

I smiled and shook my head. I hadn’t had a nightmare in over a year, but that didn’t stop him from asking now and then.

“K. Go back to sleep.”

I sighed and though he pulled the comforter up high around me, I shivered in his absence.

I woke up again when I heard the Porsche out front. I hopped out of bed and pushed open the window, wondering why he’d parked at the curb.

The memory of the night before stirred in me as I watched him round the car and squint up at me. I smiled at my weekend David in his t-shirt, jeans and aviators. “Get down here, beautiful,” he yelled.

Snatching his t-shirt from the floor, I ran down the stairs two at a time as I pulled it over my head. I burst through the front door, meaning to run and jump into his arms but stopped short. I gasped and my hand flew over my mouth. A little back and tan furball bounded toward me through the grass.

Tears pierced my eyes as I caught the puppy and hoisted him into the air. His tail wagged excitedly and he licked my face, causing me to squeal with delight.

“Oh, David,” I said as he approached. “Is he . . . ? Can we . . . ?”

“Anything that makes you smile like that, baby, yeah, we can keep him.”