He listened, inserted another finger inside her, pumped up the tempo, put his lips around her clit, and sucked.
“Yes. That’s it.” She arched against him and came, the torrent of sensation almost unbearable because it was just so damn good. She thrashed against him, and he placed a hand on her belly to hold her in place as he continued to lick her while she climaxed on his face and his fingers, rolling from one orgasm right into another in an endless stream of pulses that left her weak and shaking.
And when he hovered over her, smiling down at her, she reached for him, and he covered her with his body and his lips, rolling them over again while he was kissing her, placing her on top once again.
His cock was hard, and she slipped it inside her still-pulsing *, then sat up, linking her fingers with his as she surged against him, burying him fully inside her.
His gaze narrowed, and he lifted against her. “Ride me.”
She placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward, then lifted, setting the pace as she fucked herself on his cock, drawing out each movement for maximum sensation, loving the feel of his cock thickening inside her.
Gavin reached up and grasped her breasts, sliding his thumbs over her nipples. She arched into his hands, filling them with her breasts. He rose up and took alternating nipples in his mouth, sucking them deeply, making her shudder at the shock of pleasure that shot straight to her *.
Connected to him like this was a slice of pure heaven. She wanted it to go on forever, but as she rode him, rocked against him, and felt the stirrings of orgasm once again, she couldn’t help but drive toward that finish, only to back off, to pull away, and pause just to look at him. She tried to memorize his face, the way he looked when he was buried inside her. His muscles tightened and strained as he clenched his jaw, his heavily lidded gaze seemed so intently focused on her, yet he held her gently in his grasp. His fingers flexed and unflexed against her hips as she surged forward and then back. His hair had fallen over his forehead, and she brushed it away, then leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.
She’d only meant to brush his lips, but, oh, how she loved his mouth, and the way he kissed her so deeply, the same way he was buried so deeply inside her, physically as well as emotionally. He was part of her and always would be. Making love like this sealed the deal.
She lifted, her face only inches from his as she slid down on his cock once again, so close to orgasm she had to fight to keep from coming.
“I love you, Gavin.”
His jaw clenched; he swept her hair from her face, brushed his thumb over her cheek. He rolled her over, then plunged deep inside her. She cried out with her climax, and as she was coming, he looked at her and said, “I love you, Elizabeth.”
As he came, he groaned and called out her name, his fingers tightly wound with hers.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she realized she would never forget this moment.
After, they stayed tangled together, their legs entwined. She didn’t want to move, and Gavin didn’t seem to be in any hurry, either.
“Will you move into Castle Grayskull with me?”
She laughed at the use of her insult for his house. “Yes. Will you let me redecorate it?”
“Any way you want to.”
She lifted and laid her chin on his chest. “You trust me?”
“Of course I trust you.” He frowned. “You aren’t going to do any rooms in pink, are you?”
“Ugh. Are you kidding me? Maybe the baby’s room, if we have a girl.”
His eyes widened. “Are you pregnant?”
She laughed. “Not yet, but I imagine with a concerted effort you could get me that way. I’m not getting any younger, you know. We should get started on that as soon as possible.”
He rolled over and got on top of her. “I’m ready if you are.”
She looked up at this man she loved and realized that though she had never thought she would have a perfect life, somehow, some way, she’d gotten everything she ever wanted. She’d worked so hard to have the career she’d always wanted. And for a while that had been enough for her. She never thought she was going to fall in love.
But she’d been wrong.
She’d hit a home run. Together, they’d pitched the perfect game of love.
She giggled at the baseball metaphors.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked.
“We won.”
He looked at her. “Won what?”
“The game of love.”
He rolled his eyes. “That was lame.”
“Wasn’t it? Come on, get up,” she said, climbing off the sofa and smacking him on the butt.
He cocked a brow. “What? Why?”
“We have to go to the grocery store.”
“Again, why?”
“Because it’s time I baked you a pie.”
He laughed and rolled off the sofa. “That’s worth getting up for. Let’s go.”
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