He stared at the woman on his lap. The one he was considering taking as his ol’ lady. The one he wanted to get a place together with. The one he wanted to build a life with.
He couldn’t do that without trusting her.
He needed to trust her in this. To trust her in all things. They had nothing without it.
And he wanted something with her.
For fuck’s sake, he wanted everything with her.
Maybe even babies.
Christ. He closed his eyes for a minute. That last thought had been totally unexpected.
Fingers sliding over his cheek and down his beard made him open his eyes. Made him see the woman he was connected to. And not just because she was currently sitting on his dick.
“Yeah, baby, I trust you.” That came out a lot easier than he thought it would.
“You sure? Because you look a little pale.” She grinned at him, then circled her hips.
“Just a little? Pretty fuckin’ dead right now.”
She dropped her forehead to his chest and her body shook against him. When she lifted her head, she said, “Well, you are pretty stiff.”
He thrust his hips up. “Everythin’ about you makes me fuckin’ hard.”
“I love everything about you, too.” With that, she began to move again, drawing him in and out of her wet heat, her pussy pulsing around him.
Wait. She fucking just dropped that bomb and then continued like the world just didn’t tilt on its axis? Like it was something she casually said to him every fucking day?
He needed to add that conversation to his ever-growing list of discussions.
Right now, he wanted to fuck, not talk. His thoughts would be a lot clearer when her pussy wasn’t squeezing his dick.
He sat back against the headboard and watched as her beaded nipples lifted and fell behind the slippery blue fabric. He bet that sensation turned her on even more. Ripping the clip from the top of her head, he let her hair fall around her shoulders and over her tits. He grabbed a handful and tugged her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
When he latched on and sucked her heated skin hard, her whimper rose up her throat and vibrated against his lips. He scraped his teeth along her pounding pulse, along her jaw and pressed his lips to her ear. “Gonna come, baby. Need you to come soon.”
He wasn’t lying that he was about to blow. Yeah, it was way too quick, but they had all fucking night.
This first time he’d consider a warm-up. Especially now with no wrap and just the two of them. Nothing between them except that sexy nightie.
That was fucking hot as fuck.
But no wrap also made it harder to keep from coming. Even though this was supposed to be his gift, he didn’t want to leave her in his dust.
The thought of coming inside her didn’t help the pressure that was building, the tightening of his balls and the urge to fill her completely. To know, when she was sleeping beside him, she’d still hold a part of him inside her.
It was crazy. He’d never had that need before. But in his mind, it was another step toward making her his, including her permanently in his life.
She would belong to him and he to her. Because going without a wrap, birth control or not, meant neither of them would be with anyone else.
Only one damn obstacle remained.
Her slamming herself down on his cock and muffling her cries by pressing her mouth into his shoulder, drew him out of the thoughts that had helped delay his own orgasm until she got hers.
Once she melted against him, her ragged breath hot and damp against his skin, he flipped her over, buried himself between her soft thighs and drove hard and fast into her, quickly chasing what she had achieved.
“Givin’ you my cum.” He grunted into her hair as he powered deep one last time and held, spilling inside her, his pounding heart skipping a beat.
And once his balls were empty and his dick done twitching, he began to move lazily in and out of her as he took her mouth and kissed her gently. Continuing to enjoy the connection they had until he had no choice but to slip from her.
As he rolled to his back, she began to get out of bed. He grabbed her arm to stop her. “Stay. Don’t move.”
“But I should clean up…”
“No. Gonna fuck you again as soon as my dick wakes up. Gonna get some good use out of that nightie tonight. Just gonna keep fillin’ you up again and again, ‘til I can’t get hard anymore.”
“That’ll leave a big wet spot.”
He grinned. “Might have to buy them a new mattress.”
Her lips twitched, too. “Are you going to explain to them why?”
“Yep. Gonna tell ‘em you can’t get enough of my dick.”
“I can’t wait to see their face when you do.”
“Can’t wait to see your face when I do.” She whacked his arm and he rolled out of bed. “Gonna get you a washcloth, then we have to do a bit of jawin’.”
“Jawin’?” she echoed.
“Got some shit we need to discuss,” he threw over his shoulder as he went into the master bathroom, cleaned himself up, took a piss, and ran a washcloth under the faucet.
When he came back out, he was relieved she was still wearing that nightie. That was his present to unwrap and he was going to take his time doing it.
He handed her the wet washcloth and climbed in next to her. While she was taking care of business, he said, “Gotta thank you for my gift. Was a complete fuckin’ surprise. Best gift ever.”
“You never got anything cool for Christmas as a kid?”
“Nothin’ as hot as you. Always had some crazy fantasies and you’re one that came true.”
Her face softened as she rolled into his side, wrapped her arm around his waist and propped her chin on his chest. “That might be the best compliment I’ve ever received.”
“It’s true. And, believe me, I jerked off a lot as a kid.” Still did. But his Fleshlight was going to get a lot less use if Cassie stayed in his life.
Her face twisted. “Should I still take it as a compliment?”
“Yeah, if you can empty a man’s nut sac that easily, take it as a compliment.”
She sighed and he grinned.
But that grin quickly fell. “Gotta apologize, Cass.”
She turned surprised eyes up toward him. “For what?”
“Wanted my gift to you to be you free of your ex. Did my fuckin’ best, my best wasn’t good enough.”
“Judge—”
“Wanted to at least give you that. Failed you.”
She sighed again. “You didn’t fail me. You didn’t cause any of this. And, really, it’s not your responsibility to free me of this mess.”
“Wanted to do it for you. For your girl. Make it a good holiday.”
She traced his nipple, making it bead. “It was a great one. I’ve got a roof over my head. I have a healthy, happy daughter. And…”
“And?”
“I’ve got you.”
Damn. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He combed his fingers through her hair. “Didn’t miss what you said. Just like the nightie, wasn’t expectin’ that.”
“To be honest, I wasn’t, either. It just… I just said what I felt… what I feel.”
She was the first woman who told him that and he believed her. His ex-wife said it often, but he never believed her. Not one time. Her actions had spoken louder than her words.