We're both breathing loud and heavy as I collapse on top of him. He rolls me to my back and kisses my ear, all the while keeping our connection and slowly stroking to drag every last drop of my orgasm out of me. Finally, I shiver and sigh as it leaves me.
"Holy fuck. You're fucking phenomenal, my Mila."
My Mila.
He pulls out and lays next to me with his hand over my waist and his face near my neck. He didn't even get up to toss the condom, but I don't care. I love this moment with him in his bed. I'm his Mila. He's claimed me in an honest, natural way and it's pure bliss.
When I open my eyes and look over his shoulder, my hand rests on the sea serpent twining around the sculpted muscles of his back.
Everything we were has blended into something unfamiliar, untried, and completely preordained. If this is love, I can't comprehend how anyone can deny it or leave it to wither. It's like a precious artifact to be esteemed and protected. Soon, we'll have to share this with the outside world, but for right now, Foster and I can hoard this moment and harvest the memories for later. Maybe someday we'll have a bookshelf and a hardback book with a tattered gray-and-yellow slipcover.
My childhood bracelet slips down my wrist, reminding me of his sweet confession about getting thrown in the pool. There's been something on my mind I've wanted to tell him since he showed up at my birthday.
"You didn't have to change for me," I say in a lazy tone.
"Hmm?" The tenderness in his olive eyes warms my tummy.
"This apartment. A suit. Befriending my dad. I wanted you without all this."
He squeezes my hip and doesn't reply. After a minute he props his head up and looks me in the eye. "No matter how we got here. You're mine now. Not losing you again."
I nod and he kisses me, sealing the deal. I'll take it. I'm happy to be his.
Chapter 15 Ditch Plains
Foster
A week after I memorized every curve, dimple, and bend of Mila's body, I'm waiting for her when she knocks at the door in the morning.
I pull it open, drag her in, and press her against the wall.
Her eyes skim down my chest and take in the fact all I'm wearing is a pair of old jeans.
"Hi," she says in a soft breath.
"Hi." That's all I need to start kissing her. God, she tastes sweet and soft and everything Mila. "What did you tell your dad?"
"I'm scouting out a new venue for a charity benefit."
"Excellent." I kiss her again and her fingers scrape down my back as she mews in my ear. I wanted to talk to her but my body wants to fuck her and nothing else. I need to connect with her right away. "Come to my bedroom."
She smiles and nods. "Okay."
Her blouse is off by the time we get to my room. I kiss her next to the door, too impatient to carry her over to the bed. I run my lips down her flat tummy and take off her pants and shoes. She's wearing matching pink lace underwear and bra and she's my wet dream. So vulnerable and sexy and all I've ever wanted in a woman. I have those off in one second and slip one of her hard nipples into my mouth. My hand reaches down and she's wet between her legs. So wet and soft. "God, Mila. You smell good. You feel good." I kiss her lips again and she's just as hungry for me, her tongue reaching and searching for urgent contact.
"Mmm." Her fingers work my jeans open as we kiss and my hard cock springs free. She grabs it in her palm and we both groan into the kiss. "It's so big, Foster." She drops to her knees and wraps her hot lips around my dick.
I have to moan at the slick heat and the teasing flick of her tongue. "God, woman." She palms my ass and pushes me deeper into her mouth till I hit the back of her throat. This woman was made for me.
My hands twine in her hair and I throw my head back and savor the feel of her mouth on me. She's heaven. Everything about her is pure heaven, but I don't want to come in her mouth. I want to be inside her.
I pull her up and kiss her again. I want to kiss every inch of her. I spin us and press my full weight into her, smashing her against the wall. She lifts her knee and wraps it around my hip. I step out of my jeans and grind into her. She bucks back and I can't wait. I can't wait any longer to have her. "Right here. Right now."
"Yes."
That's all I need to hear and I'm positioning my dick between her sweet folds and working my tip inside, not the whole thing. I'm on the precipice of heaven and I want to watch her face as I jump over the edge with her.
I push into her slowly and her tight wet heat sucks me in. Her mouth opens and her eyelids fall as she gasps when I'm fully planted inside her. "Sexy as hell, Mila. Never seen or felt anything like it before."
"Me too. So good."
I pump slowly out and her hips jut out, trying to coerce me back in. No problem. I'm done with slow and start thrusting roughly up into her. She grunts with the force of it. "You got it, babe? You can take it all."
"Foster…"
I know what she wants. She needs me to get her there fast. I pull both her knees up around my waist and prop her against the wall. That gives us the right angle. Her breasts are pressed up against my chest and we both grunt with each thrust. I want it to last forever, but when she stiffens, moans and pulses around me, I can't hold back. I'm pistoning into her and giving it all to her. My vision clouds and my dick throbs inside of her, blowing out a load so big, so huge, it's everything. We fall into a hot wet kiss and my thrusts drag both our orgasms out. Her mouth is still hungry like she could go again. I set her feet down on the floor and pull out. My come runs down her leg and it's hot as hell. I love seeing that.
I kiss her neck and chin. "Mila. My love. Ti amo molto." I don't speak Italian, but I looked it up for her. I wanted to say it to her in a special, familiar way.
Her eyes open and she smiles a sated grin. "Anch'io ti amo. I love you too."
I lift her up and carry her to the bed. I fall on top of her and realize we did something stupid. "Are you on the pill?"
She laughs. "Yes, but you're a little late asking."
"Shit."
"It's okay." Her fingers comb the hair over my ear.
"If you got pregnant, I'd be fine with it."
She gasps and blinks, her fingernails pressing into the skin of my neck. "Foster…" She says my name with a warning tone.
"What? It's true. We'd make beautiful kids together. Never said that to another woman." Shit. I'm surprised I said it myself.
She blushes and looks down.
But saying it makes me realize it's time to say a lot of other things. I roll off her, but keep my hand on her tummy.
"Not waiting any longer, Mila. Tomorrow, we talk to your dad and tell him about us. We deal with the consequences together."
She shakes her head and bites her lip. "I don't want him to ruin this."
"We won't let him. If he's the loving father he says he is, he should support his daughter in finding and choosing the person she loves. I've earned so much street cred with him, he'd have to work really hard to find a reason I'm not good enough for you."
She takes a deep breath and turns her head to the side to look at me. "What if he scares you away? There's been other guys I was interested in."