Rachel lifted onto her knees, placing her hands on my shoulders for balance, and hovered over the glistening crown of my cock. I had the strongest urge to thrust up and bury myself deep inside her, but I didn’t. She wanted to ride me, and I wanted to give her anything she wanted.
“Christ,” I groaned as she began to lower herself onto my cock. She was so tight and hot. I was captivated by the sight of her pussy sucking me inside. It had only been a few weeks since we were last together, but I was starving for her like it had been years.
She lifted up and down a few times, easing me farther and farther in until she was seated with me fully inside, her ass pressed against my balls. When she started to gyrate her hips, I pressed my thumb to her clit and rubbed small circles, while I grabbed hold of her ponytail with the other.
“Ride me, Feisty. Ride me hard.”
She moaned, so I yanked a little harder. With her head back, her magnificent tits were right at my eye level. I watched them bouncing up and down, taking my eyes off only long enough to lean forward and suck a nipple into my mouth—one and then the other. Rachel’s speed increased—bobbing up and down, lifting halfway off my cock and taking me back in with a rhythm that was so fucking perfect. Just fucking perfect.
Whimpering, she began to lose steam as her orgasm took hold. I grabbed her hips and took over where she’d left off, thrusting up into her from underneath while she met me with whatever she had left. The tight squeeze of her pussy and her moaning my name over and over as she came undone had me thrusting harder and harder until my name was barely a whisper from her lips. I swallowed every last one of those moans in a kiss. Then I buried myself as deep as I possibly could and came long and hard inside of her.
“I love you, Rachel Martin,” I mumbled against her lips.
“I love you, too, Caine West.”
We stayed like that for a long time, her sitting on my lap, me caressing her face.
I just couldn’t get over the way things had turned out. I was awestruck by her beauty, inside and out—and by the way fate had brought us back together again.
“What? You’re looking at me funny,” she said.
“It’s just so crazy how many years this has been in the making, how we found our way back to each other.”
Rachel smiled and tilted her head. “You know you’re the reason we met again, right?”
“I think Professor Clarence dying had something to do with it.”
“Maybe. But if it weren’t for you, I might not have even discovered the power of music for therapy. All those years ago, you gave me your headphones and told me to listen to music—to concentrate on the words whenever I was upset. I listened, and it really helped. That’s how I really got into music.”
I thought back. “I did give you headphones, didn’t I?”
“You did. You know I wrote you a letter the morning everything happened. Well, not you, but fake-priest you.”
“Oh yeah? Did you get to bring it to the church?”
“No. I don’t even know what happened to it. Got thrown out when we went to live with my aunt and uncle, I guess.”
“What did it say?”
“I don’t remember exactly. But I know I thanked you for talking to me every week.”
“I went back on Saturdays for a month just in case you came back. It felt like something was missing each time I went and you weren’t there.”
“There was. A little piece of your heart.” She smiled. “I kept it and brought it back to you.”
“No, you didn’t, Rachel. You’ve always had my heart, and I don’t ever want it back.”
Rachel
“If you’re going to ban sex, you need to start wearing a bra around the house,” Caine grumbled as he leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. He also slipped his hand under my shirt and pinched my nipple. Hard.
“Oww.”
“You love it, and you know it.”
My fiancé was grumpy, but he was also right. I secretly loved that he was growing more irritable by the day since I’d cut him off almost two weeks ago.
My eyes softened as I looked up at him. “What time will you be back?”
“Probably not until six. I need to go over all the grading my shit-for-brains TA has done before turning the final grades in.”
Caine was extremely unhappy with the TA he’d been assigned this year. I smiled.
“Once you’ve had the best, everyone else seems inferior.”
“You were a good TA. But I might’ve been influenced because of your great T and A. Come to think of it, since you’re not even giving me T and A now, you should at least give me the TA and do my grading.”
“No can do, Professor. I have a full day ahead of me. I need to finish packing the last of my things here this morning. Your sister and I are taking the girls to pick up their dresses and then out to lunch. After that, I have to go see Father McDonald to give him our readings and music choices. So you’re going to need to take care of things yourself.”
He pouted. “I’ve been taking care of myself for two weeks.”
I stood from the chair where I’d been sipping my morning coffee and pushed up on my tippy toes as I wrapped my arms around Caine’s neck.
“It’s just two more days. Think how much more exciting it will be when we finally go to bed Saturday night after the reception is over. And the next time you make love to me, I’ll be Mrs. Caine West.”
His eyes softened. “I do like the sound of that. Although I only agreed to wait until after the wedding. I never said anything about after the reception.”
“What did you think? We’re going to have sex in the car on the drive from the church to the restaurant?”
“I was thinking we could do it in the confessional, right after the priest says you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
“That’s twisted on so many levels, even for you.”
Caine laughed. “I gotta run or I’m going to be late starting the exam. So give me that mouth and kiss me properly to get me through another day of celibacy.”
In one motion, he reached a hand around my back and squeezed my ass as he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth melded to mine, the kiss hard and passionate. I moaned into his mouth as he backed me up to the wall and pinned me against it, using his hips so his hands could roam my body.
Yes, my soon-to-be husband definitely knew how to kiss me properly.