“I’m not sure about fifteen, but I’d like to be a mother. And I don’t just want one. Everyone I know comes from a big family and . . . I want that for my kids. For me.”
She’d make a fantastic mother. Her passion and honesty, combined with her work ethic and determination? Our kids would run the world.
“Let’s start with one.” I pressed my lips onto her collarbone and she wriggled on my lap, impatient as ever.
I grinned against her skin before pulling her down onto my cock. She tipped her head back, exposing her long neck, her breasts jutting in front of me, begging for attention. So much for making her wait.
The warmth of the water, the lights of the New York City night, and the understanding that the woman in front of me was the woman I was going to be making love to for the rest of time was almost overwhelming.
Sofia shifted so she was leaning back. The change in angle—the pressure on my dick, the sway of her breasts, the short sharp pinch in my balls—encouraged a growl from deep in the base of my throat. This woman was wicked. She knew exactly what she could do to me, body and soul. I’d never felt so entirely vulnerable with someone but also so completely cherished. She knew she held my heart in her hands and I knew she’d do anything to keep it safe.
The feeling was entirely mutual. I’d do everything I could to make her feel safe and loved. And I knew that whatever I did, I’d always be pushing to do more.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said.
She brought a trembling hand to my neck as she bucked up and down on my cock. She was close now, her movements less controlled, her breathing shallow and desperate. I grabbed her hips and took over. As much as I needed to release inside her, I wasn’t going to make it entirely easy.
I squeezed her arse and then moved us so we were both standing. “Bend over and enjoy the view,” I said, positioning her so she enjoyed the uninterrupted sight of the Empire State building. I pushed into her again, this time from behind. With our bodies out of the water, the friction between us increased and I almost boiled over right there and then. Deep inside her, I stilled, then reached under her and found her clit. She screamed as my fingers made contact. Maybe it was my imagination but it felt like her scream reverberated off every skyscraper surrounding the hotel. Yes, I thought. I can make the sexiest woman in the world make those sounds. I began to thrust, over and over, deeper and deeper.
“Andrew, my god, you feel so good.”
Fuck. What was it about her screaming my name? It was like I was pulling out her most base, animal instincts.
I upped my relentless pace as she screamed again. Her legs began to shake and she clawed at the side of the hot tub as she came violently in front of the entire city of New York.
But I didn’t stop.
I pulled in a breath and kept going, pulling her up so she was standing, her back to my front. I reached around, one hand pulling and kneading her breasts, the other working her clit. I wanted all of her. I wanted to fill myself up with her, quench my desire, satiate my constant need for her. I never would, but I was driven to try.
“Andrew,” she choked out, breathlessly. “I love you.”
Fuck. It was like she’d poured petrol on my fire and the flames licked up my body, engulfing me in desire. I exploded into her as she melted, desperate and shaking against me for a second time.
My legs couldn’t keep me upright any longer. I collapsed back into the hot tub, holding Sofia firmly against me.
We let the bubbles soothe our aching bodies and drown out the sounds of our heavy breaths.
“Well, if that didn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” Sofia slipped off my lap and rested her head on my shoulder.
“We can’t leave anything to chance,” I said. “We’ll have to repeat that a few more times to make sure.”
“Tonight?” Sofia said, slipping her hand into mine.
“Tonight and every night.”
“I’ll have no energy for work or cooking or . . .”
“Wedding planning?” I turned and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“That either.”
“Then leave it to me. I don’t want to wait.”
She turned, leaning her chin on my shoulder. “You’re so impatient, it’s not like you. What’s the rush?”
“The rush is I want to be your husband.”
The corners of her mouth flickered and turned up into a smile. “You’re so cute.”
“Cute?” I asked her.
“And sexy,” she said.
“You didn’t think that when I was your boss.”
“You’re still my boss and yes, I did. I told you, that tight ass of yours has been my undoing.”
I chuckled. If I was going to be objectified, nobody better to do it than Sofia. “Coming from the woman with the arse sent direct from heaven, I take that as a compliment.” I pulled her onto my lap and brought her in for a long, lingering kiss.
“You’re a good kisser,” she said. “Especially in the moonlight.”
“You inspire great kissing.”
“Can I take credit for your incredible penis?” She reached beneath the water and circled her hand around my cock. I groaned and pushed into her fist.
“You can take credit for the fact that I’m almost permanently hard whenever you’re around.”
She slid off my lap and kneeled at my feet in the water. “I want you in my mouth but I don’t want to drown. Can you sit on the side?”
I lifted myself out of the water and perched on the edge of the tub, watching with wonder at Sofia as she took me whole. She swallowed when I hit the back of her throat and I couldn’t contain a sharp hiss. Shit, I hoped she didn’t plan to tease me like I teased her. The urge to come was almost immediate. I didn’t know if it was the talk of getting her pregnant or just her mouth around my cock. Grabbing my thighs, she worked up and down my shaft, her teeth bordering on too sharp, her tongue firm and insistent.
If I hadn’t already proposed . . .
Despite her protestations, she was perfect. But I wasn’t ready to come.
I shifted and she released me, confusion in her expression.
“I want to come inside you. I’m going to get you pregnant tonight.”
“I want that . . . but maybe we should get married first. After all, I’m an old-fashioned Italian girl.”
I knew it was more than that. Her father leaving her mother was a bruise that she would wear forever. Hopefully, after a lifetime with me, it would fade. “Then let’s go and find some condoms.”
I guided her out of the tub and we padded inside, naked.
“There,” she said, pointing to my wallet on the side table.
I grabbed my wallet and led her to the bedroom. If she wanted old-fashioned, we could do that too. When we’d toweled each other off, I lifted her onto the bed and pushed her knees apart while I stood between them. “I like to see you,” I said. “I love watching every long blink.” I rolled the condom over my cock. “Every bite of your lip, every desperate plea in your expression.” I pushed into her again. There it was, that look that told me she loved me. I’d never take that expression, that feeling she had for me, for granted. I’d work harder than she’d ever know to deserve it.