“I’m about to start begging already,” I said rubbing my hands along her curvaceous hips.
She pressed her hands over my chest and rubbed her pussy lips along my dick, making me hiss.
“Ryder?”
“Yeah, baby,” I said, my hips lifting instinctively with a need to be inside her.
“I love you.”
My gaze jerked to her eyes.
“I never told anyone that.”
I levered up, wrapping my arms around her. “I can’t tell you what it does to me to hear you say that because I love you too, baby.”
“It still terrifies me.”
I nodded. “Me too. I know that this is a big step for you. I really do, baby. I promise to care for your heart. I ask that you do the same with mine.”
She leaned forward and kissed my chest. “I’ll fuck up, I’m sure.”
“So, will I. But if we can remember this moment, we’ll get through it.”
She lifted her hips up, settling her pussy over my dick. “Make love to me.”
She sank over me and my world finally settled into perfection. This. Her. It was all I’d ever wanted or needed. I held her to me, feeling her body around mine. Finally, I was home.
30
Trina
I didn’t deserve him. I especially didn’t deserve how easy getting him back in my life had gone. He didn’t push me away reminding me how badly I hurt him. He didn’t make me jump through hoops to prove my love or make up to him. He simply accepted me, like he always had. In fact, learning he was the one that gave me the flowers after my mom had left proved he’d been there for me even as a child. How had I missed that? Because I was too busy trying to protect myself from the hurts of the world.
I wanted him to know how much he meant to me. How much his forgiveness and belief in me built me up and made me stronger.
I sank over him, feeling his dick fill me, and with it, heal my heart. I’d broken when he walked away, but now, here like this, I was complete. Finally whole.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against my lips as he kissed me softly with so much love.
“You’re mine,” I repeated to him.
“Fully, totally, completely,” he said.
Our gazes held as I began to rock over him. Our movements were slow, sensual. The heat building degree by degree. It was like a dance that slowly would build to a crescendo. Our bodies, our gazes, our hearts were one, moving in sync.
“Ryder,” I gasped as pleasure hitched up to a new level.
He groaned. “You feel so fucking good.” He buried his face between my breasts. His dick was so hard, pulsing inside me.
“Come with me, Ryder. Fill me.” I gripped his shoulders, riding him harder, faster. Now it was all about the pursuit of ultimate bliss, but even in that wild, frenetic quest, we were together.
“Yes, baby, yes…” He growled. “Now…I’m coming…”
I let go, and on the next slide, pleasure flooded to every neuron in my body, filling me with happiness, contentment, and peace that only Ryder could bring to me. He jerked, his essence filling me. We weren’t completely down when he rolled me onto my back and kissed me.
“Stay with me,” he said.
“I’m here.” I wrapped my arms around him, never intending to let him go. He was my tether to the world. My rock. My joy.
He lifted his head. “Always. Stay with me always. Move in here. Bring your matching plates and nicer furniture. Make this house a home with me.”
Tears burst from my eyes again. I couldn’t ever remember feeling such happiness. It still scared me. Intense happiness could drop to ultimate despair, but I trusted Ryder. So I took a breath, shored my courage, and said, “Yes.”
He kissed me and pulled me in for a hug as we rolled again and I could rest my head on his chest.
“Just so you know, if you tell anyone I was blubbering like a baby, I’ll deny it.”
He chuckled. “There’s my girl.” He kissed my head. “I won’t tell. I don’t need people knowing my woman cries when I make love to her.”
I kissed his chest. “I’m just emotional. I’m not used to it.”
“I’m here now, if you ever need to let loose. Emotionally. Not verbally. Although if you need to rant, I can listen.”
“I’ve never had this…felt this before,” I said in a soft voice, afraid to verbalize my feelings and at the same time, wanting him to understand. Knowing that he wouldn’t laugh or make fun of me.
“What’s that?”
“Love.”
“Oh, baby.” He maneuvered me so we were side-by-side, face-to-face. “I should have told you sooner. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. It kills me to think you didn’t know you were loved.”
I cast my eyes down, having a hard time with the intensity of the moment. “I don’t feel alone either.”
“That’s because you’re not.” He used the crook of his finger to lift my chin so I would look at him. “And I’m going to do whatever needs to be done to make sure you always feel loved and never alone.” He leaned forward and kissed me.
“I’m still in shock that you want me. I’m not an easy woman to love.”
He shrugged. “It’s not so hard for me. But I see more than you let most people see of you.”
“That’s because I’m naked,” I joked.
He laughed. “You’re glorious when you’re naked.” He leaned in and sucked on one of my nipples, immediately sending sweet erotic sensations to my pussy. “But I see you too, Katrina. Your smarts. Your courage. Your ball-busting attitude.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Your heart and loyalty, and how you stand up for those you care for. I loved how you called Earl out tonight.”
“Yeah, well, he was being a jerk. It was time someone put him in his place.”
“My hero,” he said.
We lay quietly for a moment, and I found so much
