Her Love

She was going to be sore as fuck the next day, but I’d never be able to deny her anything. It wasn’t until we were so exhausted that we couldn’t move that we finally stopped. I dropped down beside Imogene on the carpet, keeping an arm and leg thrown over her. She laid her head on my outstretched arm, and I cupped her pussy, my hand trying it’s best to keep my come inside her.

I woke up a few hours later and had just enough energy to stand and lift Imogene into my arms. After stumbling across the hall, I gently set her down on the bed, then crawled in and wrapped myself around her before passing out again.

“Thatcher?”

Imogene’s sweet voice penetrated my sleep, and I lazily opened my eyes. She was sitting up in bed with the covers around her waist, baring her gorgeous tits. Her hair was in crazy curls, her lips kiss-swollen, and she looked a little dazed and confused. I couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept over my face while I stared at my beautiful girl. She was finally mine. For the first time in months, I could breathe easy.

I dragged her down into my embrace. “Yes, sugar?”

“So, I wasn’t dreaming?”

I laughed and kissed her on the nose. “Nothing could be more real.”

Imogene’s eyes studied me intently, full of questions. I sat up and scooted back until I was leaning against the headboard. Then I easily lifted her body and sat her on my lap, her legs straddling my hips. It brought our centers flush against each other, but I ignored the draining of my blood to my cock and focused on my woman. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

She glanced down and picked nervously at her nails until I stilled her hands by wrapping them in mine. “Everything you’re saying sounds like a dream.”

“Good,” I answered with a firm nod. “I want to make your every dream come true, Imogene.”

“But”—she raised her eyes to meet mine, and her expression was earnest—“how do you know I’m really what you want? Forever? Why didn’t you feel this way with any of the other women you’ve been with?”

My eyebrows shot to my hairline as I gaped at her for half a second. Other what? In the next second, I mentally slapped myself upside the head for being such an idiot. I placed a palm on each of her cheeks and tenderly cradled her face. Her small hands wrapped around my wrists, and her eyes closed as she leaned into my touch. “Imogene”—her lids lifted and her whiskey eyes glued to mine—”I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. I’ve never felt anything like this for someone else”—her eyes widened—“Even before I knew you, I loved the idea of you. So, I waited. For you.”

She tilted her head to the side, her expression confused. “Waited?”

“Sugar, I’ve never been with another woman. I was waiting for the love of my life.”

Her mouth went slack, her jaw dropping a little and her lips forming a little O. “I didn’t build that nursery for just anyone. I built this whole house for you. You.” I brushed my lips over her cheeks and then mouth before saying, “Let me prove it to you.”

Her eyes lit up, and she rocked against me. I laughed even as I groaned. “Not like that, sugar. As much as I want you, you’re already going to be sore today.” I frowned. “I never should have taken you so roughly your first time,”—I sighed—“I seem to lose all sense when I’m around you.”

Imogene smiled shyly, but it turned sly when she rocked against me a little more insistently. I scowled and quickly set her away from me. “You’re going to earn yourself a spanking, sugar.” She pouted, and it made me laugh again before I kissed her nose.

I got out of bed, then helped her climb out and get to her feet. Then I grabbed another shirt and slipped it over her too-tempting body before throwing on a pair of low-hanging sweatpants.

We made our way down the hall to the elevator at the back of the townhouse. She gawked at the contraption, and I chuckled as we stepped inside. I pressed the button for the fourth floor. “It’s only two flights, why are we taking the elevator?” she asked.

“I wanted to show you where it was. I promise, if you took the stairs right now, you’d realize just how sore you are.” She rolled her eyes, and I speared her with a direct, unyielding stare. “I expect you to use this when you’re pregnant, Imogene. I don’t care if it’s only one flight.”

“Thatch—”

“This isn’t a discussion, sugar,” I interrupted with a firm tone. “I won’t chance anything happening to you and our baby.”

A tinge of desperation bled through my words, and her expression softened as she agreed, “Okay.”