Chapter 36
RAFE
T he living room was a blur of white and blue as George ushered me inside and down a hallway to his—our—bedroom. I was still choked up about him calling this place ‘ours.’ So much so that I couldn’t even speak.
Another spectacular view of the water greeted me, but my attention snagged on the California king bed that took up most of the room.
The bedroom looked different than the pictures he’d shown me a month ago.
A billowy white mosquito netting hung from the ceiling and draped over the slatted headboard, and there were matching side tables—his and his.
My George had decorated this room as well and it made my already full heart expand even more.
“The bathroom is on the left,” George announced. “I’m going to talk to Kiernan and be right back.”
He disappeared and I wasted no time stripping off my jeans, briefs, and t-shirt, and then padded into the bathroom. The space was compact but lovely, with two sinks and a stunning copper bathtub that we would make good use of. And skylights above that provided plenty of natural light.
After a quick shower to wash off my travel, I dried off and headed back out to find my love standing beside the bed, throwing off his tank top. When his gorgeous hairy chest came into view, I let my towel slip off and reached for him.
All the late-night talks, letters, and texts were the best kind of foreplay, and we were both ravenous for each other.
His green eyes swirled with an intensity that had my heart aching as hard as my cock.
I whimpered when our lips finally met, desperate to get as close as possible.
I’d missed his claiming kisses and the way his beard teased my skin.
Most of all, I’d missed the feeling of finally being home. It was something I only experienced in George’s arms.
He took charge and walked me backwards, until my legs hit the bed and suddenly, I was flat on my back.
George knelt on the floor and spread my legs, running his strong hands up my thighs, torturing me with anticipation.
I glanced down my body to find him staring back at me with a look of hunger that had goosebumps erupting all over my skin.
He gripped the base of my cock and leaned forward, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head.
I moaned and gripped the duvet. He swallowed all of me, and I jolted as my cockhead hit his throat.
Over and over, my throbbing dick was enveloped in tight, wet heat.
It was so good, my toes curled. But it wasn’t enough.
I’d been too long without him, and I needed to feel him deep inside me. Filling me up with his cum.
“Fuck me. I need you so bad, sweetheart,” I groaned out.
He let me slip from his mouth, and the heavy weight of my dick slapped against my stomach.
Standing up, George licked his lips and knelt on the bed.
I raised myself up, scooting back further on the bed to make room for him.
He pulled the mosquito netting closed and everything else around us vanished until it was just him and me.
Reaching under a pillow, George pulled out a tube of lube and slicked his big cock. My hole clenched in anticipation. Playing with myself and using toys would do while we were apart, but nothing satisfied my need to be wholly owned like George’s warm, pulsing cock deep in my arse.
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you,” George whispered as he slid one hand between my cheeks. “Never again.”
“Where you go, I go,” I insisted as he teased my clenched hole, tapping the rim, igniting my nerve endings.
I spread my legs further and he breached me, first one finger, then two. He poured more lube on his hand and used three fingers, stretching me good and proper, getting me ready for the long, hard fuck we both desperately needed.
He pushed his fingers deeper, crooking them, and hit my prostate. The unmistakable pleasure racked my body, and my answering jolt revealed his dirtiest grin. He finger-fucked me until I was a writhing mess, begging and pleading for him to get inside me.
He withdrew his fingers and notched his pulsing cockhead to my hole.
Slowly, he pushed forward, and my eyes rolled back at the raw pleasure-pain of being stretched around his wide dick.
Slipping my legs over his forearms, he pulled me in tight as he thrust all the way in.
His balls slapped my arse, and the filthy sound was the best thing I’d heard in four weeks.
“You belong to me,” George groaned out as he stared down at me, so much love and desire in his gaze that it made my own eyes well up without warning. “Today. Tomorrow. Always.”
Each word that rumbled out of his chest was punctuated by his movements, one thrust more powerful than the next.
He wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned down, capturing my lips in a possessive kiss. His eager tongue tangled with mine, his taste the sweetest, most delicious thing I’d ever known.
I leaned back and slid my thumb over his cheekbone, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you so much.”
“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he replied and kissed me again. “If I could give you the entire world, I would.”
“You’ve given me everything. Your love is the only thing I need,” I confessed, and I felt his body tremble.
His hips began to pump faster, and I matched his rhythm, both of us frantically reaching for each other and the apex of pleasure.
He gripped my cock with his slick hand and tugged with urgent strokes.
I reached down and grabbed his arse cheeks, pulling him into me as he thrust harder, the bed shaking under our combined movement.
Under the canopy, the smell of our arousal and sweat intensified.
Every touch and taste coalesced into one primal need to take and be taken.
“Stay with me,” he moaned out and I watched his skin flush over his neck and face.
“I’m here, love. I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered as the pleasure grew higher.
Suddenly, George pulled up onto his knees and my head fell back. Shifting my legs until they draped over his shoulders, he cupped my arse in his hands and raised my lower body right off the bed. Between the power of that move and the angle, I was a few thrusts away from coming.
I reached behind my head and grabbed onto the wooden slats of the headboard, holding on for the ride of my life.
He nailed my prostate with every deep pump of his hips, rutting into me with abandon. In this position, I was totally at his mercy.
I couldn’t get enough.
My mouth opened but no sound came out. I was too overwhelmed by his show of dominance. George tightened his grip, and my balls drew up. All I could do was hold on tight—to him and to the headboard—and let him fuck me into blissful oblivion.
And he did.
Two, three more thrusts and I exploded, cum drenching my stomach, his hand, my balls.
I moaned and shuddered as the intense pleasure gripped my body, not letting go.
My orgasm rippled through me, fiery shockwaves that ebbed and pulsed in time with my heartbeat.
I felt and saw George tense up, shouting my name.
He jerked, and I felt his cock pulse in my arse, flooding me with his hot cum. I fucking loved being filled up by him.
“I love how you hold nothing back. I love being yours and, more than that, I love that you’re mine,” I groaned as he continued to pump his hips.
My arse would be sore as hell afterwards, but I was too fucked out to care. Besides, I liked the ache, and the memory that he was a part of me.
He slowly slid my legs down to rest around his hips and lowered himself over me. Our kisses were softer now, languid and soft. As if we had all the time in the world.
It felt like we did.
“Sometimes I can’t quite believe we’ve ended up here together, but I’ve never been happier,” he whispered against my lips.
“That’s why I hold nothing back. I want you to know, in every way, how much I love you.
I want you to see it in my eyes and hear it in my voice and taste it on my lips.
Because loving you and being loved by you is the greatest gift I’ve ever been given. ”
I tried to control my tears, but it was useless. George had wrecked my body and now my heart. I would never be the same. His eyes became wet, tears tracking down his deep laugh lines and over his cheeks. I wiped them away and kissed him soundly.
“I’m nowhere near as eloquent as you, sweetheart, but I feel the exact same way.”
We held on to each other tightly, until our bodies cooled and our hearts resumed a normal rhythm. I wasn’t quite sure mine would ever beat the same again.
Gently, he slid out of me, and rubbed my tender hole.
“Rest, my love. I’m going to run us a hot bath.” He gave me a final kiss.
Pushing aside the netting, I watched him get up and walk to the bathroom, his round arse cheeks flexing with every step.
It wasn’t just his physical body, which was beautiful to me, but his whole being that drew me in. More than anything, his gentle and loving heart, which was the most precious thing in the world.
There was a question burning inside of me, but I held onto it for now. I didn’t want him to think my asking was due to the heat of the moment and that he had to reply in the same manner.
Others might think I was crazy. After all, we’d only been together for a few months. It didn’t matter. My heart knew, and that was that. I think a part of me had known over the past two years as we circled each other like wary adversaries. My curiosity and animosity should have clued me in.
I’d never wanted to understand anyone as much as I did him. And I’d never wanted so badly to be understood. And now that we had, there was no turning back.
But I wanted to do this right. George was special and deserved no less.
I had a platinum and diamond ring that I’d bought in Switzerland, ready and waiting.
I was going to ask George to be my husband.