Chapter 37
37
[Cort]
A fter giving her this most recent gift, Vale leads me to my bedroom.
Tugging me behind her, I take in some of her best features.
Her bare feet, so comfortable in my house.
Her ass, in a skirt that unfairly hugs her.
Her hair hanging to the middle of her back.
And her hand holding mine.
When we reach my room, Vale spins to face me and tugs up the hem of my shirt which is easily pressed up and over my head.
Standing bare-chested in front of her, she takes the liberty to run her hands from my abs up my middle and around my pecs, combing her fingers through the short hairs tickling up my sternum.
I suck in a sharp breath.
Not because I’m afraid of Vale’s touch, but because I appreciate it so much.
I trust her with everything in me.
I rub my hands up her arms and tug at the straps of her tank top, pulling them off each of her shoulders before lowering my mouth to her neck, dragging my bristly jaw from the side of her throat up over her jaw.
She shivers, signaling how much she enjoys it.
Vale Sylver likes my touch as well.
We continue to express our appreciation for each other by taking our time to undress one another before folding down to the bed, where our hands don’t stop their lazy exploration.
Her breasts in my palms. My balls in hers.
My fingers circling her sacred places.
Hers wrapping around mine.
The buildup is slow, but our hearts are racing.
Even though I’ve already touched Vale in a thousand different ways.
Kissed her in all the places.
Fingered her. Tasted her.
Every touch is a new experience.
Every time added to the catalogue in my heart where I’d written every detail about her.
Her lush mouth. Her firm breasts.
Her honeyed heat.
“Vale,” I whisper near her ear as my fingers slip inside her, finding her slick and ready, but still wanting to drag this moment out.
Because I know what this moment is going to mean.
Vale doesn’t just love me in a you-make-a-mean-margarita way.
I don’t love her like that either.
I want to love Vale with my entire being, faults and all, because Vale accepts me as I am.
I’ve made mistakes. Huge ones.
And she’d forgiven every one of them.
She means more to me than anyone, except Josh, ever has.
Even Stone, who I will no longer let be a barrier to keeping Vale in my life.
But for now, my intention is to worship Vale.
My high intention is to marry her one day.
With focus on the present, I dip deeper into her, knowing what she likes.
“A little sting for my bee.”
She hums .
“Need a taste of that honey, sweetness.”
Vale purrs again, her body telling me how relaxed she is while winding up.
Kissing my way down her middle, I stop to suck her breasts and teasingly bite each of her nipples.
Down her center I continue until I reach where she’s hot and ready for me to devour her.
With a lash of my tongue, then a tickle to her clit, Vale bucks against my mouth.
It isn’t a jolt so much as her chasing me.
Wanting me.
“Only me, Bee,” I tell her, the meaning even deeper than this moment.
It’s been me all along looking out for her and her son, celebrating them both.
Wishing I could be part of their world while knowing all the reasons I needed to keep my distance.
But no more. I want to be the only one to experience her cries and wishes.
Meet her needs and desires.
I want to be present for Vale.
Be her future.
With that thought, I dig in, making a feast of her until her thighs are slick and my face is coated in her sweet essence.
And she cries out my name in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard.
Then I delve into round two, making my fingers her pleasure.
Vale knows I like to bring her to a doubleheader, as we’ve come to call it.
However, . . .
“Today, we’re going for a grand slam,” I tell her after she’s wrung out by what only my hand can do for her.
Vale chuckles. “No pun intended.”
As I skim my hands over her hips and climb back up her body, I cage her in a second and explain.
“I don’t plan to slam anything today, Vale.”
I’m going to fucking make love to her.
Sliding my hands up each of her arms, I let my dick fall between her thighs, the tip bobbing at her entrance a minute while I kiss Vale until I’m a stirred-up mess.
Reaching between us to angle myself better, I swipe the tip of my dick through her slick folds, teasing us both with where I intend to go.
“Cortland,” she whimpers, wrapping one leg around my hip.
“Soon, baby,” I warn, squeezing the base of my shaft to hold myself back, counting from sixty backward to keep myself from coming too soon.
“I want you to go off on the tip.”
“You know I’m not like that,” she groans.
She can’t come on demand.
But she will.
“Want to feel you dripping on my cock. Giving me all that sweetness. Teasing me with your sweet sting.”
I kiss along her neck.
“You’re gonna squeeze me so hard.” I moan as well, fighting the building sensation, the anticipation of having her wrapped around me again.
“Your sweet little cunt is so ready for my dick.”
The words spur Vale on.
She likes it a little dirty, and I twirl the tip of my cock against her clit, holding back until we’re both ready to break.
Thankfully, Vale tips over the edge again and the second she lets loose, I slam into her, though that hadn’t been my intention.
I just want to feel her going off around me, igniting that spark that radiates my world, and adds an additional thump to my heart.
Because that’s what Vale does to me.
She’s sunlight and new life and the buzzing in my chest.
“Yes, Vale,” I groan, sliding my hands back up her arms, lifting them both above her head where we clasp hands.
Fingers mingled with fingers, gripping each other hard, holding on like we’ll never let go.
I don’t intend to. Never again will something come between us.
Not me, not her, not outside forces.
“Bee.” My back seizes and my balls tighten, and I go off inside her with a sharp cry that makes no sense.
I might have cried once before, into her shoulder, out of shame and frustration and disappointment in myself, but today, the clouds in my eyes are this overwhelming emotion of faith and trust and love for her.
Vale gives me my moment, releasing inside her, filling her up with all this pent-up emotion and sensual sensation, and then she’s cupping my face, and we’re kissing like we didn’t just expel every ounce of energy between us.
Until the kisses turn soft, and our bodies are a replete tangle of legs and arms wrapped around one another.
A private hive between a queen and her humble worker, who plans to serve her all the days of his life.
Vale and I linger in bed another few moments before I suggest a shower.
Our margaritas are probably melted, and our burgers await us.
I need food energy for all the ways I plan to continue worshipping this woman tonight.
Our shower is playful, but perfunctory, and Vale eventually exits wearing only a towel around her midsection.
“I’m going to get my bee revival kit. Later, you can fuck me while I wear only it.”
“Jesus,” I hiss, swiping a hand down my face, as I step out of the shower as well, already growing hard and hungry for her again.
She’s got a dirty little mouth that I love and I’m planning to tell her exactly how I feel later.
When she’s wearing only that keychain tied to a ribbon and riding over me.
As Vale pads down the hallway, still wearing only a towel, I wrap one around my waist.
Maybe the burgers can wait .
We have all night to eat a meal.
Then I hear Vale scream, and I rush to the middle of my house, finding a very startled Vale and an even more surprised son. “Josh?”