“Because we were. We are.” Willa kisses my chest. “Is that what happened with your family? Your other friends?”
I nod. “It was my fault. I locked down. I didn’t make it easy for them.”
“I’m sorry, Ryder,” she whispers. “But guess what? You didn’t make it easy because it wasn’t easy for you, either, and that’s understandable.” Her warm breath tickles my chest as she laces her hands behind my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.
I grin against her lips. “Sunshine. I’m so fucking addicted to you,” I growl as I kiss her. “God, it’s scary how much I love you.”
“Ryder.” Her voice cracks as she rips at my shirt, madly opening buttons. “Please. Now.”
“Tell me.” I pull at her buttons, too.
“You’re mine and I love you,” she growls back, tugging me close for a rough kiss. “Forever. I don’t fucking care what anyone says, what life brings. You are mine.”
Heat blazes through my body. I shove Willa’s shirt off her body and watch firelight bathe her every gorgeous curve. She yanks at my shirt, and I help her, tugging it over my head and throwing it aside. Kneeling, she shucks my sweats and boxers and takes me deep into her mouth. My hands go to her head as she pumps me, licking the sensitive tip. God, it feels good, but I’ll come too soon if she keeps it up.
“Stop.” My voice is low. Rough.
Willa shivers as she stands and wraps her arms around my neck. I hoist her up and hold her close, kissing her deeply. Walking to the blankets, I lay her down and run my hands along her ribs, kissing my way to that beautiful silky skin. I lick her, taste her. Soft, steady strokes, teasing kisses and bites. I want to take her a little harder, and there’s no way I can do that comfortably without relaxing her body, giving her an orgasm. Plus, I love making her come. I’ll never get over how hot it is to feel her come on my mouth, my fingers, my cock.
Only three days in, and I know just how to send her flying over the edge quickly. I lick, suck, curl my fingers and watch her shake into a fast, powerful release that sends a flush up her chest and throat.
I kiss her slowly, teasing bites followed by tongue as I crawl over her body. Then I flip her over and hear her gasp. It’s the last full sound I’ll hear until we’re done. I unclip the transmitters and processors and set them on the coffee table. Turning back to Willa, I grab her by the hips and wrench them up. Our eyes meet in the mirror and I could come right then.
Her eyes are hooded, her cheeks flushed. Her breasts sway beneath her, soft and full, her nipples tight little cherries I love to scrape between my teeth, then suck until she’s swearing up a storm and demanding my cock.
Slowly, I splay my hand between her shoulder blades and press her chest to the ground. Our eyes hold as I drift my hand along her spine, down the seam of her ass and lower. I play with her, tease her tight bud and watch her bite her lip.
She wiggles, searching for satisfying touch, but I grab her hip and lock eyes with her. “Be still.”
Willa swallows thickly and nods.
My hands squeeze her ass cheeks before I bend down and lick her. I go torturously slow. Long, light, swirling strokes. Never enough to satisfy her, only enough to make her smolder and beg.
Straightening, I lock eyes with her and slide my length over her wet skin. My grip is tight on her hips as I grind against her, and she bucks into me. I rub a hand softly over her ass and watch her lips fall open.
Please, her mouth says as she wiggles. I lift my hand and smack her ass.
“I said still, Willa.”
She jumps and her moan reverberates through her body to mine. Then she bucks her hips into me again. I smack and tease the other round cheek, bend and kiss, then bite it. Then I watch her reflection as I spank it. She has this euphoric grin on her face.
“More,” she mouths. “More, Ryder.”
I lean over her and bite her ear, kiss my way down her neck. Long, tantalizing bites. I can feel her panting, how her body shakes as I tease her nipples with my fingers. My length slides perfectly through that hot, satin skin because we fit like we were made for each other. She’s soaking wet, and my cock’s covered in her.
“So beautiful,” I whisper.
She turns for me to kiss her. I cup, then tease her breast again. I can’t help but bite her lip as I kiss her. She nearly falls over, but I wrench her upright, seating her on my lap. We look in the mirror together as I hold her hips hard and nudge every throbbing inch against her wet heat. On one sure thrust, I seat myself fully inside her and watch her mouth fly open, her eyes scrunch shut in pleasure. I rub her gently and whisper in her ear. “Look at me.”
Willa’s eyes flutter open, then lock with mine. She bites her lip as I stare at her, as my jaw clenches and my body tightens with need. Her body is so small inside mine, but she’s powerful, her muscles, her compact strength. She wraps an arm around my neck, as her other hand drops and cups my balls while I drive into her. I rub her swollen clit, but with my free hand, clasp her throat and press my lips to her ear. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel your sound.”
I pump from beneath her and fill her to the hilt, feeling her moans resonate under my hand, as she cries my name again and again. Each drive inside her is velvet hot, so unbelievably tight around me as I unleash my body’s force, as I give Willa everything she asks for, as she meets me thrust for thrust.
I taste her skin, kiss her, worship her. Stare at her in wonder because this is breathtakingly new and vulnerable and powerful. I thought Willa and I knew each other at every complicated layer of who we were, but now I know, this was what was left.
She screams, arching her chest, her body tightening, the rippling power of her orgasm tightening around my cock.
I call her name, not caring how I sound because I know Willa loves me, that no matter how it comes out, what matters to her isn’t how I say her name, only that it’s her name I’m calling. I kiss her, swallow her moans, feeling every sound under my palm. Lightning strikes my heart as Willa lifts her hand to my cheek and gentles it, turning her face to kiss me with impossible tenderness. The bolt of that touch surges through my system and makes me detonate deep inside her.
We crumple to the blankets, golden firelight scattering across us. Willa’s eyes are soft, her body limp and warm against mine. I kiss her, a gentle tangle of tongues and searching lips.
“You okay?” I ask hoarsely.
“I feel shattered and put back together, all at once,” she whispers. “Does that make any sense?”
I trace my fingers over her lips. “I think so. Kind of how I feel, too.”
She takes my fingers gently in her mouth before releasing them with a smile. “I think that’s what it means to love the way I love you. To love so much you feel broken open and at the same time healed. Maybe that’s what it means to be vulnerable? Maybe that’s intimacy? Whatever it is, whatever it means, I don’t want it to ever end. I never want to stop feeling this kind of love for you. I want us to love each other this deeply, this powerfully, always. Promise me, Ryder.”
I cup her cheek, bring her close for yet another gentle kiss. One of thousands and thousands I want from her for the rest of whatever time is given to us. “Promise, Sunshine. Always.”