“Come up here,” she pants.
“What do you need?” I ask and brush her clit with my nose, making her squirm and me smile.
“You. Always you.”
“Fuck yes, me.” I climb up her body and lay over her. She cradles me against her, her strong legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my shoulders and fingers in my hair and I just lean on my elbows and gaze down at her.
“You are so fucking incredible, Megan.”
Her eyelids droop, and she blushes like she does when she’s happy. I brush my lips over hers and slide my cock through her wetness, pushing her piercing with the tip and she bites my lower lip.
“Like that?”
“Mmm.” She nods slightly and cups my ass with her hands, tugging me closer to her. God, I want to be inside her.
I need to be inside her.
I rear back and slowly push through the wetness, through her swollen folds, and sink in until I feel her resistence.
She’s so damn tight.
“This is my favorite place to be,” I whisper to her and feel her smile against my neck.
“It’s the top of my list too,” she whispers back.
And slowly, we begin to move. Everything in me is telling me to fuck the shit out of her, to pound her and mark her until I’m all she sees, and all she knows. All she remembers.
But on this sticky, sweet morning, all I want is to go slow. To be gentle with her. To memorize every sigh, every moan, every tightening of her muscles as she holds me to her.
I just want to make love to my girl.
And so I do, until she’s writhing and shuddering, and I feel those sweet muscles around my cock tighten like a fucking vice.
“Let go, babe,” I whisper and watch avidly as she tightens, every muscle in her delectable body clenching and pulsing around me, and cries out my name as she explodes.
I can’t hold it in any longer, and I empty myself into her as she continues to move and shudder, my face pressed to her neck, telling her how much I love her.
It hurts, just a little, that she can’t say it back yet. But she will.
Chapter Seventeen
Meg
“I had a great time this week.” I am snuggled up to Will’s side in our cab on the way to my place from the airport. The Seattle evening is rainy and dark. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, babe.” He kisses my hair and tightens the arm around my shoulders. “I had fun too. We’ll go again soon.”
“It’s a date.”
“Why don’t you just come back to my place with me?” he asks for the third time, making me chuckle.
“Because I need to unpack, do some laundry and get ready to go back to work. And so do you.”
“I could stay at your place with you. If you don’t mind my dirty underwear being washed with yours.” I hear the humor in his voice and lean back to look up into his handsome face.
“You’re always welcome at my place.” I plant a kiss on his cheek and lean my head on his shoulder again. “I need to make you a key.”
He smiles against my hair and kisses me again as I see my townhouse come into view.
And the woman sitting on my steps.
Fuck me!
“Shit.”
“Who is that?” Will asks as I pull out of his arms.
“Sylvia.”
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“Exactly.”
I jump out of the car as Will throws bills at the cab driver and stalk angrily up to the beaten down, trashy woman smirking at me on the stairs.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“You hung up on me, so I thought I’d just come talk to you in person. What, you’re not happy to see mommy dearest?”
“Get the fuck off my property.”
“That’s no way to speak to your mother.” Her eyes flash as she stands and the sight of her makes me sick. She’s too thin, about my height. Her auburn hair is full of gray, hazel eyes are dull and her skin is ashy. Her old clothes hang on her slight frame. At one time, she’d been really pretty.
Now she just looks old and worn. And she’s not even fifty yet. My stomach rolls.
“You know you’re not welcome here.” I tell her, my voice strong, arms crossed over my chest, ignoring the rain falling on me.
“So this is your new young man.” Her lips spread in what she considers her flirty smile, but her teeth are yellow, and she just looks… pathetic. “Hi there.”
Will is standing behind me now, his hands on my shoulders, showing me his support and I’ve never been more thankful for him.
“I believe Megan asked you to leave.” His voice is hard and firm.
Her smile disappears and is replaced with a cold sneer. “I’m not leaving until I get more money out of this ungrateful little bitch.”
“I told you…”
“I don’t give a fuck what you told me. You owe me! I want what’s mine!” She marches down the stairs to get in my face, but Will pulls me aside and steps in front of me, looking down at Sylvia with fire in his eyes.