“I’m sorry, Cherie,” he moaned, crawling on top of her. “Fast now. I must feel you.”
She was so wet, her thighs were already soaked, the moment he slid into her body she squeezed her pelvis down around him. Betty was home, in his arms. Gerard kissed her, pumping hard, twisting his hips in an infinity motion, hitting her G-spot over and over.
Betty cried out, her legs jerked, as her entire world faded to black. “I’m so close, baby,” she grunted, and with one last shove, they howled in unison, falling into the hardest orgasm she’d ever known.
Then it was her turn to show him how much she loved and needed him. She pushed him onto his back, much the way he’d done her so long ago, and took his still hard cock fully into her mouth, still tasting herself on him. He moaned long and hard, his large hand framing the back of her head as she pumped up and down, humming low in the back of her throat.
“Cherie, my love. My heart,” he murmured a constant stream of endearments, his hips flexing into her mouth. His smooth skin like satin on her tongue, and then his body stiffened. “I come, my love.”
Betty took all of him. The taste was salty, but sweet. Not bad. She smiled and he grinned.
“Turn over,” he commanded, and her eyes widened.
“You’re not too tired?”
He laughed. “I’m not like one of your mortal men, Betty. I’m the best lover you’ll ever have.”
She shivered at his words and flipped over, her heart beating uncontrollably in her chest as he slipped into her still slick warmth from behind, pumping hard. Their sweaty bodies slapping together loud in the quiet of their room. Her body tingled with fire, with heat and Betty screamed when the final orgasm rocked her. The fullness of him stretching her from behind made the orgasm seem to last forever. Then he turned her over and cradled her, whispering in French in her ear. She was his beloved, his love, his lover, his everything. Kissing her cheeks, her neck, his hot tongue dancing across first one breast then the next. Betty had never felt more in love, or more loved, and he worked his magic, her tired body came to life for him again.
He made love to her throughout the night. Soft and slow, hard and fast. She tasted him, he tasted her and neither one came up for air until hunger finally drove them apart.
Betty cuddled into his side after downing a full pint of coffee ice cream, she smiled as he rubbed her back. She’d never felt so spent, so wonderfully in pain in her life. Tomorrow would be impossible to walk, but she couldn’t even muster up an iota of care. She was a contented kitten lapping at a bowl of cream. Life was good.
His heart beat a steady song in her ears, lulling her to sleep.
“Oh, I forgot,” Gerard said. He gave her a tiny shake.
Betty glanced up at him and couldn’t resist tracing the lines of his stubbled jaw. “Hmm…”
“Danika asked me to tell you ‘hi’ and to please tell Trishelle she’d be seeing her soon.”
Betty scooted to her knees, her eyes bugging as she wrapped the sheet around her breasts.
Gerard frowned. “What, Cherie?”
She laughed. “Oh man, that’s hilarious!”
His lips quirked. “Do share?”
She planted a kiss on his lips, even knowing they had forever, she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of her brutish man. He was so perfect for her, so wonderful, and love settled deep roots into the soil of her heart. “Trisha’s going to be set up with one of your boys.”
It took him a second to think it through. “Non.”
She nodded. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Which one do you think? Jinni?”
Gerard’s crooked grin had her toes curling. “Non, he prefers dark meat.”
“Wolf?” she scrunched her nose, trying to imagine her impetuous friend doing the nasty with a shape-shifting werewolf.
Gerard snorted, his fingers gently caressed her shoulder. “I’d imagine Red would have something to say about that.”
They gasped at the same time. “Hook!”
“Oh my gosh, poor Trisha,” Betty giggled, only imaging how impossible that awful pirate would be.
Then she had another thought. “Gerard?” She grabbed her pendant.
“Hmm?” His fingers stroked her lower.
“Now that I’m with you, can I visit Kingdom?”
His smile was huge. “Would you like to?”
She nodded. “I’ve always wanted to see Neverland.”
He scoffed. “My hamlet is infinitely better to Neverland. Anytime you want, Cherie, tell me. Danika can take us between realms. I’d love to show you my home.” His blue eyes blazed. “Our home.”
Her heart trembled and she nodded. “Though I’d still really love to see Neverland. I’m curious what Hook looks like. Just so I know what to tell Trisha.”
Gerard shuddered. “I’ve a nude, beautiful woman in my bed. The last thing I want is to think about that ugly pirate. Come here, harpy,” he growled, pulling her in for a kiss and when he slipped inside her, he moved slow and sure, filling her body and her soul.
“I love you, Betty Hart. Forever and always,” Gerard said and proceeded to show her just how much the rest of their long lives.