“Take me to bed,” she panted.
“My pleasure,” he muttered, turning away from the door to walk through the living room and down the narrow hallway. He passed by Ava Grace’s room and beelined into the master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Shhhh!” she hissed against his lips. “You’ll wake her up!”
“Sorry,” he said, chuckling as he deposited her on the bed. He reached behind his neck, grabbed his T-shirt and dress shirt, and pulled both over his head, revealing his ridiculously beautiful abdomen.
“You know,” said Laire, standing up and reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra as she approached him. It slid down her arms and whooshed softly to the floor, leaving her torso as bare as his. Reveling in the hiss of appreciation that issued from his lips, she reached out and placed her fingers on the ridges of muscle before her, tracing the contours slowly, with reverence. “I’ve been around men all my life—bare-chested men who fish for a living.”
She leaned forward, kissing his skin as his hands reached up to cover her breasts, her nipples instantly tightening against his palms. “They haul up full nets from the sea. They work against the weather and the tides. They exert themselves all day, every day.”
He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the sensitive buds throbbing from the attention and making her moan. “Ah. E-Erik.”
He leaned his head forward and replaced his fingers with his lips, sucking first from one distended nub, and then the other. “But none of them,” she continued, panting and whimpering, “were ever as beautiful as you.”
His teeth razed her flesh, and she cried out, her fingers landing on the button of his pants and pulling down the zipper. Her hand reached inside the warm fabric, under the waistband of his boxers to find his swollen, rigid cock standing straight up. Her breath hitched as he reached for his pants and yanked them down. Placing one hand on his chest, she forced him to sit on the edge of the bed, then dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.
“Laire!” he cried, as her lips slid effortlessly down the silken shaft of throbbing muscle, her tongue swirling around the precum-covered tip, her fingers curling into his hips as she held on to him.
She sucked on him as their daughter had once suckled from her, thrilling in the grunts and groans above her, the way his hand wound through her hair, fisting it into a ponytail and guiding her as he saw fit. As he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, she looked up at him, watching the play of emotions on his beautiful face—lips pursed in deep desire, soft cries of lust, a flinch of pain-filled pleasure. She tracked his face as his erection throbbed between her lips, pulsing against her licking, swirling tongue.
“Laire . . . baby, I got a little worked up in the car. I’m goin’ to . . . You have to . . .”
She slid her lips from the base of his shaft to the head, releasing it from her lips with a soft pop and looking up at him.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, grinning down at her, putting his hands under her arms, and pulling her up to a standing position. His fingers quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, jerking them down over her hips. She toed them off and stood naked before him.
“I need you,” he said, his voice ragged with need as he pushed his own pants off completely, leaving both in a pile on the floor.
His hands landed on her ass, and he pulled her forward, lifting her onto his lap. With a sigh of deep, deep pleasure, she lowered herself onto his slick, pulsating member, bracing her feet on either side of his hips as he clasped his arms around her.
Once fully impaled, she looked into his eyes, which were dilated to black.
“I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “I choose you. I choose us. Forever.”
Gently, with a reverence that make tears prick her eyes, he thrust upward, palming her cheeks and forcing her to look at him. “We make our own rules.”
“Yes,” she panted, moving rhythmically with him, the rasp of his chest against her nipples heightening the sensations between her legs, where his cock massaged the inner walls of her sex.
“We belong together,” he whispered near her ear, biting on her lobe, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he directed their movements.
“Yes,” she whimpered, feeling the gathering, the quickening, the throbbing sweetness of her climax close, so close.
“Forever!” he cried, his cock swelling, then releasing, within her, his thick, hot cum coating her womb, the vibrations of his orgasm compelling her own.
She screamed his name, letting her head fall limply to his shoulder as she rode out the waves of bliss, feeling her muscles contract and relax around him again and again, the action that made the words real and bound them to each other forever.
Forever.