Chapter Thirty-Five Lucy #2
We wrap ourselves around each other as our climax ebbs away, knowing that every time we’re physical, it binds us closer.
“You feel so good,” he mumbles into my ear.
“I think we needed that,” I say as he slides to my side, pulling me to mine.
“I always need you,” he says, and I can’t help but smile. I can’t believe the man I’m lying in bed with right now is the same man I put into an Uber at Ed and Katherine’s engagement party all those months ago. He really feels like he’s a part of me now.
He gives me no time to catch a breath before his fingers are tracing circles on my skin, bringing my nipples to attention.
He bends down to suck, scraping them with his teeth as he moves from one to the other.
I want his teeth on me, his mouth. I want his dick inside me.
I’m so greedy for him—I want all of him, in all the ways.
He works his way down my body and settles between my legs, lapping at my clit, like he’s soothing it, preparing it, getting it ready to explode again. I squirm into the mattress, wanting more but not being able to handle even half of what he’s giving me.
He grips the tops of my thighs, holding me in place as he paints me with his tongue, over and over and over. It feels like I’m corkscrewing to another place, one filled with light and heat and Hunter.
All I can feel is Hunter. His hot breath as his tongue works relentlessly through my folds is all I need to have me bucking against his hands. He lays a hand flat on my stomach, pressing, holding me in place until I can’t take any more.
I’m not sure if I’m making words as I choke out his name. I grab at him, wanting him closer as I climb toward the peak. With my hands in his hair, his tongue darts into me, and I’m lost. I’m falling down, down, down, bursting over and over and over.
When I finally manage to open my eyes, my legs are still wide and Hunter is still lying between them, his gaze fixed on my pussy. I don’t have the energy to be embarrassed.
“You have a beautiful pussy. I feel like the luckiest guy alive to get to see it close up like this.”
“You need medical attention,” I say, letting an arm flop over my face.
“I mean it,” he says. “The way it throbs, it’s like a flower opening up, showing me how pretty it is.”
Hunter worships me. And not just my pussy, but all of me. I know it.
“You’re right,” I say. “We should move uptown.”
He leans up on his hands so I’m looking right at him. “You trying to get me hard again?”
“Are you telling me it’s difficult?”
He grins. “So you’ll move in with me?”
“Of course I will,” I say. “We’ll move in together.”
“We can walk to work together,” he says.
“And have lunch together,” I say.
“And kids.”
I laugh. “You want our kids to walk to work with us?”
“Sure,” he says. “The nanny can walk them to work with us so we don’t miss out on anything we don’t have to. Although you might still be in law school, so maybe we can alternate days when the kids take you to school one day and me to work the other.”
I smooth my hand over his cheek. He doesn’t assume having kids is going to slow me down. He just sees our future together in the sunniest way possible.
“You think I’m actually going to make it to law school?”
He looks at me with a frown. “Of course. If that’s what you want to do.”
“It’s going to be a lot. You working all the hours. Me studying and working too.”
“But we can handle a lot. A lot is what we’re used to.”
I smile at him. He’s my partner in this. He wants for me what I want for me. And he believes I can have it. I feel the same about him. I have no doubts that he and Ed are going to keep growing Portis into a real power player. There’s no end to the possibilities now we’re together.
“Can I get you anything?” he asks.
“I’d like a glass of water,” I say, looking up at him. “But I can get it.”
He climbs out of bed and heads into the kitchen. When he comes back, he’s holding my favorite soda that I always order at the sandwich store.
“You bought these for me?” I ask.
“I did. I want you to feel comfortable here.”
“And you thought you wouldn’t be enough? You thought you better buy the soda as well?”
“I wanted to cover all my bases.” He grins at me and sits on the bed, pulling my legs over his lap. “Should we go right into apartment hunting?” he asks. “Do you have an area you like best? If you don’t, that’s fine. It really is. I get it. Maybe you don’t fully trust what I’m feeling yet.”
I take his hand and link my fingers through his.
“It’s not that I don’t trust it. I . . .
just . . . I’m worried about studying.” I glance around.
His apartment is small. And it’s his. “I think it would be good to find something a little bigger. And something that’s been ours from the beginning. A fresh start.”
A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “A fresh start.”
I’m not sure if I ever thought about what this would look like, sharing my life with someone. But he wants me to be happy. Maybe as much as I want him to be happy. That equality makes me feel safe. It makes me feel loved.
“It would be nice to be able to walk to work. Or at least not have to take the subway. I don’t mind the bus.”
He grins at me. “The bus. Really? In the heels you wear?”
I take a sip of my drink and then flop back down onto the pillows, watching him watching me, his eyes full of kindness and consideration. “Have you thought about where you want to live?”
He shrugs. “I’m happy if you’re happy.”
“When did we get so agreeable?”
He chuckles. “Maybe when we met each other.”
“We turned into the best versions of ourselves for each other.”
He crawls over me and presses his lips to mine, before pulling back. “That’s exactly it. I want to be the man you deserve.”
“You are,” I say, circling my arms around his neck. “Already.”