“We’re not done playing, beautiful,” he murmurs and melts me with his scorching stare. “Come here and let me show you how the game is played.”
I grin at him and climb into his lap. Once I’m straddling him, he guides his cock into me and then clutches onto my hips, pushing me all the way down. He stretches and fills me perfectly. Like we were designed to fit each other exactly.
“Kiss me,” he orders in a low, seductive tone.
My lips descend on his and I moan into his mouth when he begins bucking into me. The sensation is too much and not enough all at once. Even though I’m on top, he’s the one doing the fucking. All I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the ride. His strong fingers grip into my ass as he pounds his love into me.
Chess pieces clink and clatter behind me, his legs no doubt hitting the table as he makes love to me. I nearly come from the simple fact that he doesn’t stop to obsess over his precious game. He doesn’t care about anything else but me. Just like he promised.
“Oh God,” I yelp out when a blissful orgasm slices through me, temporarily blinding me with a mix of love and lust in one perfect concoction.
His heat pumps into me and I shudder with the last of my climax. I’ll never get enough of this man. When we both come down from our high, I collapse against his chest and stare off into the ocean behind him, a smile gracing my lips.
I shiver when his fingertips run up and down along my back. My palm slides over his red scar on his chest and I thank God again that he survived that day.
“You’re such a cheater,” he says, a smile in his voice. “And I should punish you for what you made me do to my white furniture.”
Leaning back, I gaze into his beautiful, loving eyes and arch an eyebrow at him. “Punish me how?”
My taunting question has his softening cock twitching back to life. He smacks my ass with both hands and I squeal with laughter.
“That’s a start,” he says with a smirk. His hooded eyes meet mine and my body thrums to life. “For the second part of your punishment,” he muses as he stands with me in his arms. His pajama pants fall to the floor and he steps out of them on the way back to our room. “I think I’ll carry you into the bedroom,” he says, just as he does that. “Push your back against the wall.” I let out a gasp when the cold wall hits my skin. “Hold your hands to where you can’t move.” My * contracts with excitement when he firmly pushes them to the wall. “And…”
“Fuck me into tomorrow?” I quip with a saucy grin.
He narrows his eyes but his cock is fully hard again inside me, at my words. “Actually, this is punishment, remember?” he reminds me with a raised brow. “So, I thought I’d explain to you how a firewall on a server works. You see, it’s a system that’s meant to keep viruses and—”
“No!” I squeal in mock horror. “Put me out of my misery already. Fuck me to death, War, because there’s no way I can sit and listen to your boring computer mumbo jumbo for another second.”
He chuckles but thrusts forcefully into me. “As you wish, my love.”
The world around us once again fades away.
Horrors of our past slowly smolder to ash and swirl from us bit by bit, no longer having a place in our hearts.
Heat of our present ignites into a raging, uncontrollable beast of a blaze that ravages the two of us, never promising to cool.
And the beauty of our future is blinding with a fire so powerful, it will decimate anything in its path, aside from our love.
His mouth over takes mine and we climax hard together. When I flutter down from my high, my eyes meet his and he smiles.
I drag my gaze over his bottom lip that looks good enough to bite and grin back at him. “My War.”
“My peace.”
TWO YEARS, ONE month, fourteen days, sixteen hours, eight minutes, and forty-seven seconds later…
My hot breath on the glass materializes another heart.
My Baylee, always leaving secret notes for me.
I smile and stare out toward the ocean. Her long blonde hair whips to her left as the wind barrels along the coast. It tries its damnedest to knock her over but she remains steadfast and strong. The queen in my world.
With her back to me, I can’t see her swollen belly but I know it’s there. Just this morning, I rained kisses all over that belly and was met with little nudges against my mouth. Our son will be a playful one like his mother. I can’t wait.
I watch Dad as he opens the ice chest between them on the blanket and hands her a bottle of water. I’m envious of that bottle—her tongue and mouth doing things my cock is now certainly familiar with. With Baylee, each day drives me further and further away from my afflictions. All it took was one blow-job from my girl and I didn’t care if I died an awful death from the worst diseases known to man. It was all worth a few beautiful minutes of her lips on my dick.