Victoriously Yours

“And for that, I’m sorry. I needed time to think.”

“And did you get it all?”

“Yes, and my thoughts kept coming back to you. I love you, Kenzie. I wanted to stay angry at you, but the truth is that I can’t. We’ve put each other through so much. Everything between us started as a dare, and even a decade later, we were still playing childish games. I don’t want to play them anymore. I only want my prize, and that is you.”

“You want me?” This just seemed so surreal that I needed confirmation. Too many times, I’d assumed things with him, and each time ended up with a broken heart.

“More than my next breath,” he answered, then crushed me against him. His hands moved down my back and when he cupped my ass and drew me closer, I could feel his erection pressing into me.

“For tonight?” I asked. I knew where this was headed, and I needed to know what to expect so there would be no surprises later.

“For every night. Be with me, Kenzie. I don’t give a damn whether here in New York, Phoenix or anywhere else. Just be mine, now and always.”

He sounded so genuine and seconds later, I felt a warm drop of moisture fall onto my chin. It wasn’t one of my own tears, and when I looked up into his face, I realized it had come from him. I never thought I would see the day this man would ever show any true emotion, but there he was, with tear-filled eyes, silently pleading for me to believe him. I pulled away, but grabbed his hand and led him to the couch in the corner. Once we were seated, I cupped his hand between mine.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, Jonas. I thought you never wanted to see me again and I—”

He smiled, then tugged his hand away. “I’ve never stopped loving you either, Kenzie. Those words have never been said to anyone else in my life.”

I flashed a watery smile as my own tears returned. “You forgive me?”

“If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, too?”

I gave him a nod, afraid to speak the actual words. The gesture was sufficient to him because he pushed me down onto the couch and quickly covered my body with his. Jonas’s mouth was back on mine before I could speak, and this time, I didn’t show any hesitation or trepidation. In fact, I tugged at his clothing, needing it off so I could feel him skin-to-skin.

Jonas knew what I needed and pulled away long enough to shed his shirt. Mine was pushed up as he returned to kissing me. His hands caressed my breath, and leave it to this man to have my bra undone without even having to take my shirt off. His fingers pinched and pulled on my hard nipples, sending shards of pain racing to my clit. I needed him so badly and when he started kissing his way down my neck, I groaned.

“M-make love to me,” I stammered.

Jonas rose off me and I was afraid he’d changed his mind until he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. His cock was so inviting, and I wanted to taste him. Scrambling upright, I placed my hand over his shaft and reveled in the swift intake of breath as he inhaled at contact. I leaned in and touched the tip with my tongue. I lapped at his flesh until he started leaking pre-cum. My hand was replaced with my mouth, and I slowly worked him down to my throat.

I loved the sounds he made when I would graze the sensitive vein running on the underside of his cock, and especially when I swallowed down around the tip. “I love your fucking mouth,” he told me seconds before he pulled out. I looked up at him with confusion. “If I don’t stop you now, I will come down your throat.”

“And that’s a problem?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I’m usually a very selfish lover, but I must make you come first.”

“Ahh, I see.” He arched his brow this time, and I grinned. “I’m sure you can remedy that.” I then removed my own clothes in record speed before lying back against the couch cushions.

He was on me in that moment, his body fitting against mine like the missing piece of a puzzle. I rubbed one of my legs wantonly against him until he grabbed it to hold it still. Seconds later, his head was between my legs and I was now the one moaning out loud. His tongue was still so damn lethal, and when he thrust three long fingers inside of me as he sucked on my clit, the first orgasm raced through me.

“J-Jonas,” I stammered as I shattered apart. He wasn’t satisfied with one though, and quickly turned his fingers as he attacked the hidden spot guaranteed to make me detonate. I came again as the spasms wracked my body. I was still in the throes of that orgasm when he grabbed the wallet from his pants, climbed back over me, and hurriedly sheathed his erection with the condom he had retrieved from it.

He pushed my legs together and held them to the side as he thrust fully into me. The angle of penetration picked up where his fingers had just left off. He slammed into me so many times I lost count. The legs of the couch creaked on the hardwood floor, but neither of us cared. Our eyes were locked in on one another’s and just when I was about to come again, he broke off the contact.

“I want to watch you come this time,” he told me as he flipped me on top of him. I was now straddling his lean hips and his cock was nudging my pussy. Raising up, I slowly lowered myself onto him.

I loved to ride him. I had never done it until Phoenix, but once I started, I couldn’t get enough. Flattening my palms against his six-pack abs, I rose back up and quickly impaled myself on him again. Our gazes relatched on to one another’s and no words needed to be said as we gave each other what the other needed. It wasn’t long before I threw my head back as I came, my orgasm drawn out longer by his.

When he stopped twitching inside of me, I finally fell forward and lay on his chest. We were still intimately joined and neither one of us seemed to be in any hurry to change any of that. I rested my head against his chest, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat nearly lulling me to sleep. It had almost done so until he gently moved me off him so he could discard the condom. He then picked me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom.

I realized the old sheets were gone the second my back touched them. These were silky and luxurious, much like the kind he had in his room at the CHG Seaport. For a man that enjoyed the finer things in life, I refused to wonder what he saw in me. I rolled over as he lay down beside me and that was when I noticed the candles that had been meticulously placed around the room and lit. He’d gone through all of this for me.

“You assumed I was a sure thing?” I teased.

He ran his hand along the side of my body, lingering on my hip before he dipped it between my legs. “Your body is,” he admitted, then added, “your head and heart are another story altogether. Let’s just say I was optimistic I could make you see how good we can be together when we’re not playing games.”

“You started th—” I started to say until he thrust two fingers back inside of me.

“There are no more games, lies, or secrets between us. I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want to come to a truce so we can do much more enjoyable things together.”

“And what would those be?” I asked, and as his fingers attacked my G-spot, I let out a moan.

He leaned in and kissed along the shell of my ear. I shivered, and after he licked along the lobe, he answered me, “We can just agree you’re mine, and I’m victoriously yours.”

“Victoriously yours,” I said, as I repeated his words. “I like the sound of that.”

“And I like the sound of this...” His voice trailed off as his fingers moved faster. It wasn’t long until he had me crying out his name as he brought me to another orgasm.