Chapter Thirty-Two
“Chloe,” I grunted my warning.
Her eyes tipped up, but the hand that was wrapped around my shaft kept jacking and her mouth kept working my cock.
Eyes that were hooded and totally turned on. I was close to coming, but seeing that, I changed my mind.
“Climb up, baby.” But I didn’t wait for her to follow my orders before I reached down and hauled her up. When she lost my dick, she made a cute, disgruntled sound that pushed me a shade closer to coming undone.
“Lean forward, hands on the headboard.” I guided my dick to her opening, but she did the rest and slammed herself down. I placed my hand on her hip to halt her movements, breathed deeply, and ordered, “Do not move.”
Once I got ahold of the need to let go, I slid my hand down, around, and slowly started thrumming her clit. Chloes hips jerked. I gritted my teeth and kept at her until her movement became agitated and her breaths were shifting into moans.
“I need to move,” she panted.
“Not yet. I need you close.”
“I’m close.” As if to punctuate her declaration, her pussy clenched.
“Want you closer, Chloe.”
“Ryan—”
“Closer, baby.”
She huffed out a breath as I continued to toy between her legs.
“Have I told you today how fucking gorgeous you are?”
She blinked and tried to focus but was nowhere near alert when she puffed out, “Yes.” Then added. “Before I went to work.”
“Before or after I got you off with my mouth?”
Her cunt clutched my dick so hard I had no choice but to grind my molars and close my eyes.
“After,” she panted. “Honey, please, I need to move.”
Yeah, she did.
“Want you to fuck me wild, Chloe.”
Another flutter and I knew she was ready.
“’Kay.”
“Don’t let go of the headboard.” I let go of her hip, pulled my hand from between her legs, reached up and cupped both her tits, lifted my head, flicked my tongue over her pebbled nipple, and ordered, “Now, Chloe. Fuck me hard.”
My woman needed no more encouragement. She did as I asked and did it brilliantly.
She bounced, rocked, swiveled her hips, and ground, chasing the orgasm that I hoped was as close as it sounded like it was.
I pulled her nipple into my mouth, laved it with attention, and only released it when Chloe arched back on a long moan.
“Ryan,” she gasped.
“That’s it, baby, take it,” I grunted.
“Honey.”
“Take it, Chloe. Fuck your man and take what you need.”
“I love you,” she groaned as her orgasm broke, taking me with her.
Christ, she was magnificent. Some of that had to do with her sleek, tight cunt milking my dick.
Some with her perfect tits, long legs, and generous ass.
Most of it had to do with how responsive she was and how she didn’t hide how much she liked what we had, both in and out of bed.
At least that was most of what had made her magnificent this morning.
Now it was mostly because in the hours since we’d been home, I’d fucked her twice, gotten her to come more than that, and each time as it was washing over her, she’d told me she loved me.
Which meant the two times I’d shot off after getting her husky I-love-yous were the two best orgasms I’d had.
“Mouth.”
Still panting, Chloe dropped her mouth to mine. I kissed her through the rest of hers, and she swallowed my grunts as I poured into her wet heat, experiencing the third-best orgasm of my life.
Bar none.
With her pussy still clamped around my dick, her hands still wrapped around the headboard, I broke the kiss to tell her, “I love you, too, Chloe.”
I watched her lips tip up into a smile.
“You get what I’m saying?” I asked, and she nodded.
She didn’t get it.
Not by a long shot.
“No, Chloe, I love you. Never loved another woman. Never will either. You’re it for me.
Don’t give the first fuck you think it’s too soon.
Give less of a fuck about what anyone else thinks.
I know what I want. I know what I feel. I know what I’ve been waiting for, and not just since I met you.
Since I understood the concept of love. I knew what kind of woman I wanted, and I wasn’t ever going to settle for anything less, and I didn’t.
I waited for you, and now I have you.” As she was prone to do, Chloe started blinking. “Need you to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
No hesitation.
Just trust.
“If you sense danger or something doesn’t feel right, you get the fuck out of there. I need that promise from you, and I need to trust that no matter what, you’ll take care of you and get back to me safe.”
I knew what I was asking her to promise me, and she did too.
I wasn’t surprised it took her a few moments before she answered. Actually I would’ve been mildly pissed if she’d blindly answered without taking a beat and searching within herself whether she could make that kind of promise to me.
“Promise,” she whispered.
“I love you that much, Chloe. Love you enough to ask you to make that promise to me, knowing that if shit goes sideways, I’m asking you to put yourself first. No matter what. Now do you get me?” I asked.
“I get you, Ryan.”
I hoped like fuck she did.
Because if something happened and I lost her, I’d scorch a path of destruction that the devil himself would be proud of.
“Want me to clean you up, or do you want to take a nap like this?”
The sun had risen, but we needed a few hours of shut-eye before we headed back to Pete’s.
“I want you close.”
That meant she didn’t want to roll off.
Perfect. That was my preference too.
She let go of the headboard, lowered herself to my chest, and shoved her face into my throat.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Baby, you never have to thank me for fucking you.”
“Such a man,” she sighed, but I felt her smile.
“I’m not expressing gratitude for the sex.
I’m thanking you for letting me do this.
I know you could stop me. Me and Poppy. I know if you wanted to, you could put an end to me working at the Vault.
I know you allowing this goes against what makes you the man you are.
And I know you’re only allowing it because you know what makes me.
I promise I’ll be careful. I promise I won’t do anything to put myself in danger.
I promise to do what I can to keep Poppy safe and reined in.
Though she might’ve readily said yes, she’s scared, too, so I know I won’t have to rein her in, because she’ll be too scared to do anything crazy.
And I promise to put myself first, which in reality is me putting you first because I want to come home safely—for me but also for you. ”
Yeah, she got me.
Thank . . .
Fuck.
“Thanks, baby.”
I wrapped my arms around her, leaving one hand to rest on her ass while the other skimmed up and down her back. It didn’t take long before her breathing evened out and she gave me all her weight.
It wasn’t until I’d gone through all the ways this mission could go wrong that I could I drift off to sleep. And since there were many, many ways this could get fucked, when my phone rang, it felt like I’d only been asleep for a few minutes.