Chapter Eight
Buck
I’m not sure what changed between the time I left and when I came back, but whatever did, I’m thankful for it. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever been more thankful of anything in my life, celebrity included.
“Good girl,” I growl, kissing her neck over and over, lingering on the lobes of her ears and her pulse points. I don’t mean to grind into her. I want to go slow, take my time with her body, make sure our first time is perfect, but I feel the hinges coming undone as we rock into each other. “Take that shirt off. I want to see you, all of you.”
Her dark eyes meet mine as she pulls her oversized t-shirt up and off her perfect body.
Fuck.
Her large breasts hang forward as she reaches down to slide her light cotton panties to the floor. She’s backed away enough that I can’t reach out and touch her without moving forward. I could move right now, bend her back, and lick her up. Instead, I hold steady for a moment, studying her perfectly curved body.
Her breasts are large and heavy. Her nipples hard and speared, surrounded by a light pink ring that’s driving me fucking insane. Her hips taper outward, and her stomach is spongy and soft. All of what I’ve seen is gorgeous, but those thighs. Her perfectly thick thighs… fuck!
“Lean back on that couch, sweetheart. I need a taste.”
She swallows hard and leans back as I spread her legs and rest them on my shoulders, then dive in with greed, kissing her thighs, licking her outer lips, touching her softly against the inside of her knee.
“Buck,” she says breathlessly.
I growl low and slide inside of her with the tip of my tongue, carefully tasting her sweetness before devouring her.
She grips the sheets with one hand and my arm with the other, gasping as I scrape my teeth over her throbbing clit. “Oh, God… don’t stop.”
I had no intentions of stopping. The paparazzi could bust into this room and film the entire act, and I wouldn’t stop. I need her. I need to be inside of her. I need to fill this tight, warm, sweet little pussy with everything I have. I need to hold her and make her mine.
I crush my mouth against her clit, kissing and licking with a steady motion as she grinds her hips up against my face.
“Okay, I need your cock. Come on.” Her hands clasp tight around my forearms, and she tugs gently. “I need you so bad.”
Moaning, I lean up from her wet folds, kissing them between each word. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Do we need one?” Her tone is soft and gentle. “I can’t wait. I need you… bad.” There’s a slight desperation in her tone that sends my brain to outer space. She rolls her hips up against my face, teasing me. “Come on. I need you. Don’t you need me?”
I growl into her mound and taste her again, licking and sucking the soaking lips of her delicate frame as I grip her lush feminine hips in my hands. I grabbed my guitar, I grabbed more flowers, but I didn’t think to grab condoms. I was hoping tonight would go well, and I was hoping I’d get to taste her, but I didn’t expect it to go this well. I didn’t expect tonight would be the night I claimed her.
“Of course I fucking need you. You have no idea how badly I want to sink into your tight, little core and fill you up with babies. But sweetheart, are you sure you’re ready? I wasn’t trying to rush anything.” I kiss her stomach, then each hip, as I circle my fingers lazily around her rosebud nipple. “I know you need time to get used to this.”
“I’m ready, Buck. I can’t wait any longer.” She pants as she speaks.
My cock presses uncomfortably hard at the seam of my jeans. It’s a sickness how excited I am to touch her.
Peppering kisses up over her stomach, I stand from my knees and strip off my jeans, watching a flush grow over her bare skin. She’s gorgeous. Dark hair swept around her frame, lips parted, and eyes like stars sparking up at me with anticipation.
Fuck… I need her. I need her for good. I need a ring on her finger. I need a home with her heart. I need children with that dark hair and those pretty, brown eyes.
Dragging in a deep breath, I stroke my cock at her slippery entrance and tug her hips toward me, sinking into her soft, wet pussy with a growl. “Fuck… I’m so excited for this.”
Heat surges down my spine as I dig deeper inside of her. “You okay?”
Her sounds stop and she nods slowly. “Yeah, you’re huge. It’s just,” she lets out a breath as she rocks into me slightly, “it’s so thick, but it’s okay… keep going.”
I lean my weight into her, gripping her ass as I thrust deeper and harder, watching her pretty little lips part, her heavy breasts sway, her hair tangle in a knotted mess against the couch cushion.
Fuck. I thrust deeper, watching her face, mapping how she reacts to each push, memorizing how to fuck her, what spots make her whine, what combination of movements drive her over the edge.
Unfortunately, all of this studying drives my own fantasies straight off the cliff.
“Oh God. Right there. Harder. Don’t stop!” she screams, lifting into each thrust as though she’s starved for the orgasm she’s been edging.
“Good girl, come on my cock. Give it all to me.”
Her head arches back, her eyes close, and she lets out a scream so loud that I swear the frames on the wall shake. It’s exactly what I needed.
Warm come covers my cock, and though she’s clenching tight around me, her entire body convulses and twists. It’s everything. I can’t hold it in any longer. I thrust one final time and spill my load inside of her with a deafening growl as she stares up at me.
“I love you,” I pant as I continue to thrust. “You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart. These thighs, your lips, that pretty face, the way you are… everything.”
Blood roars through my veins as I reluctantly pull out of her. I could stay there forever, sunk into her, watching her glow, but there’s something I need to hear.
Reaching for her hand, I help her up from the couch and press our sticky naked frames up against one another. “Tell me your mine.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak. Fuck, I should’ve known better. This is exactly what I was afraid of. We’d fuck, and she’d feel awful. We’d fuck, and she’d regret ever opening the door.
“Sweetheart,” I sweep my hand into her hair and stare down at her with every drop of intensity I can conjure, “you’re my person. I knew that from the very first second we met. I love you. I really love you.”
Tears fall down her cheek. “I love you too, Buck.” She crashes against my chest. “I’m yours. I’m always going to be yours.”
My chest tightens and my head spins into fantasies I never thought I’d live. A farmhouse, a yard full of kids, a tour bus with my family playing cards in the back, the girl of my dreams on my arm at award shows and in my bed at night.
I sink down to one knee and stare up at Opal. “Sweetheart, forgive me for the rush, but I need to know you’re with me for good before you change your mind again. You, my sweet girl, are everything I ever wanted. You’re soft and kind, you’re thoughtful and driven, and you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Life is gonna take us all kinds of places. Some days we’ll be happy, and I’m sure there will be a few when we’re struggling to understand each other, but I need you to know that you’re my girl. Mine for life. I won’t hurt you, I won’t leave you, and I’ll do my very best not to disappoint you. Will you marry me?” I hold her hand in mine, chest tight as I wait for her answer. Considering she was content to lock herself in a tower for eternity a few hours ago, I’m really not sure what she’s going to say.
A tear falls down her cheek and I stand to catch it, holding her against my chest.
Fuck. Did I make a fool out of myself? Maybe she isn’t ready for this.
“Yes,” she murmurs against my chest. “Yes, I want to marry you, Buck. I want to be your wife. I want a family, a home, and everything… with you.”
Thank God! She said yes!
“Whoo!” I squeeze her against my chest as I hoot out in relief, then lean in and kiss the lips of the woman I’m spending forever with, the only lips I ever want to kiss again.