And Then There Was Her (And The There Was 1)

“Fuck. It’s so good.” My body involuntarily jerked against her as I came. I emptied myself inside her willing body. The fact that I filled her with my seed, made her take all my cum, claimed her, and saturated her with the most intimate part of me had my arousal going so fucking high I couldn’t rein it in.

“Fuck, Adele, baby.” I continued to thrust into her shallowly, seeing the pleasure on her face, wanting to prolong it as much as I could. I didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to pull out of her sweet, wet, and warm pussy. “I’ll never let you go, Adele. I’ll never let anyone else have you.” Those words were stated so harshly, so fucking possessively, I saw the surprise on her face.

She stared up at me with wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “Good,” she cried out and then moaned. “Yes, Oliver.”

Everything about Adele made me hard, needy, and possessive.

I cupped the side of her face and groaned, “You’re mine.”

She nodded, these little breathless sounds leaving her. “I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere, Oliver.” Those words were hushed, passionate. “I’ll always be yours.”

Yeah, she fucking would.

I leaned closer and ran the tip of my nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply and taking her intoxicating scent into my body. She smelled sweet and clean. She smelled like mine.

I wished I could mark her like some kind of animal.

“Christ, baby.” This was what it meant to want a woman so badly it ate away at everything else, to love someone so deeply it consumed every single inch of you, seeped into your marrow. I knew it would always be this way with her. Always.

I ran my teeth over her flesh, a harsh groan leaving me, my pleasure sated momentarily, because I was with Adele. This was how it was every time with her. This was how it would always be. I gave her neck one last lick and pulled out of her, and she rolled onto her side.

God, she felt incredible. I kissed her on the forehead, pulled back, and just stared at Adele for a prolonged second. Fuck, I was so damn lucky to have her, to call her my woman, to be able to love her and have her love in return. I smoothed my hands over the indentation of her spine, along the curve of her ass, and loved that her flesh puckered for me, that she was so receptive to my touch. Adele was mine—every part of her was only mine. I didn’t deny myself when it came to her. I didn’t deny either of us. I’d give her the world ten times over if it would make her happy.

I leaned forward and started running my tongue over the small of her back, loving that she moaned slightly. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, have her know my touch indefinitely. She was pliant for me, not denying my urge to taste all of her.

“How does that feel, baby?” I murmured against her skin.

“So good,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.

Over and over I licked and sucked at her, my cock hard again, but my need right now was about making Adele feel good, and not about what I wanted.

“Turn over for me,” I coaxed.

She listened to me instantly, had this rough growl of approval leaving me. Once her breasts were right there for the taking, I leaned down and sucked on her nipples for long seconds, alternating between her peaks, loving the flavor and feel of her. Her sweet moans made me feel like a man, a real man that could please his woman.

But after long seconds I forced myself to move to the rest of her body, to continue memorizing her curves and silky-smooth flesh with my mouth. I trailed my tongue up her throat and licked a path over her pulse point, insanely aroused by the fact I could feel how rapidly it beat, knew she was going over the edge with me.

“You’re mine, Adele,” I said, my voice husky, determined.

“Yes,” she whispered, moaned. “I’m only yours.”

I pulled away and looked down at her again, so fucking in love with this woman I couldn’t even breathe. I gathered her into my arms, and after a few moments I heard her breathing change, relaxing. I knew she’d be asleep soon, her body content from the loving I’d given her. I felt male pride over the fact I’d brought this exhaustion out in her, because I’d worn her out in only the best of ways. There had been a time I worried I would never see Adele again after our one night we’d shared. But now that she was here, in my arms, our love out in the open, I knew I’d never let her go again. I was never letting her out of my sight.

I was willing to risk anything to make her mine.

“I love you, Adele,” I whispered, sensing her falling deeper into sleep and feeling my gut tighten when she curled against me even more.

“I love you too,” she whispered, and I felt my heart race in pleasure at hearing her say those words. I reached out and placed my hand on her belly, feeling the swell of her stomach, knowing my baby grew in there. I wouldn’t be opposed to Adele always looking like this, pregnant with my baby, glowing, knowing I was the one who’d planted my seed in her.

I smiled to myself. God, I loved this woman. I’d always worry about her, always make sure she loved me back and was happy.

If I had one fucking goal in life, it was to be the best man I could for this woman and the family we created.

Epilogue Two

Oliver

Ten-year anniversary