Chapter 34 #2
Her eyes were wistful. “We’ll take things slow for AB, but otherwise, I want it all right now too.”
Yes, she was so smart. They’d be careful with AB’s heart, but he’d abandon all fear with his own. He finally kissed her, and they sighed into the safety of it.
The miraculous warmth of someone who loved you.
“I love you,” she murmured against his lips as he kissed her.
Need ticked at his jaw as it reverberated through him. He captured her mouth, letting himself show how much he wanted her.
“I love you,” she gasped as he licked into her mouth. Wanting her clawed at him, hot and needy.
She pulled away suddenly, panting, putting a hand on his chest. “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life in four months, but I know one thing, and that’s that I love you.
You carry so much for everyone else. All alone.
Let someone take care of you, love you. I’d like it to be me.
That’s…” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, gasping. “That’s what I meant to say earlier.”
He nodded and stalked to the bucket of water beside the fire pit, then dumped it onto the flames.
“What are you doing?” Olivia asked in shock.
“Going inside,” he said, grabbing her hand and tugging her with him to the house. “Because I’m not getting a public indecency charge while I fuck the woman I love.”
He pulled out his keys as she laughed, climbing up the steps.
She kissed his cheek while his shaking hands tried to unlock the door. “She loves you back enough to get one.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for the future,” he said, kicking open the door and kissing her on the way through it.
Slamming the back door behind him, she pushed him up against it as she kissed him back hard.
Jesus, fuck. He was weak for her.
They made it as far as the laundry room before shoving off each other’s coats, never leaving each other’s lips. He tugged off her big scarf, and she pulled at his gloves.
“I love you,” she gasped as his hands grasped at her. “I love your body that’s hot as fuck.” She bit his arm as he raked his teeth across her earlobe. “I love how thoughtful you are, love how good a person you are.”
His cock pulsed with every love. “Fuck, Liv. I’m gonna come if you keep talking,” he growled.
She huffed a laugh as she captured his mouth. “Did I find your kink? Loving you?” He licked into her mouth, kissing her mindlessly as he grabbed her ass, squeezing it as they stumbled until they hit the washer.
“Yes,” he whispered, pushing a leg between hers and rocking her on it. She’d worn a cute plaid skirt, leggings, and boots for their date. He could feel the heat of her against his thigh through her leggings and pushed her harder against his thigh. “Fuck, I need to taste it, Liv.”
He spun her around, yanked her leggings down, and bent her over the washer. Falling to his knees, he spread her ass and buried his face in her pussy.
He feasted on how wet she was, licking and sucking up every drop as she moaned. He inhaled gulps of the salty, bright scent that made his cock leak. If he angled just right, he could bury his nose deep into her as he licked her clit.
He squeezed the hips in his hands, moving her how he wanted as she grabbed at the washer for stability.
Olivia pushed back into him, panting. “I love you, I— I love—” she screamed as he sucked hard on her clit, coating his face in her.
This was how they’d spend every date night, he decided. Somewhere he could bend her over and fuck her brainless with his tongue. Hopefully for years—decades.
He pushed two fingers into her as he teased her clit. “I want to do everything with you,” she moaned.
He pumped two fingers into her and dragged another slippery finger to her ass, circling the tight hole there.
“Even this?” He teased it, and she fluttered around his fingers, grasping at him. He chuckled as she curled over in pleasure on the washer.
“Yes,” she sobbed, “more.” He spat on her and gently, slowly slid his pinky into her ass as he fucked her with his mouth.
Her cries echoed in the small room, and his cock was about to blow.
She grabbed her breast. “Need this,” she panted. “In every room of every house we have. Except the kids’ rooms.”
Oh fuuuuck me. He moaned hard and long against her and squeezed his cock over his jeans with his free hand.
Imagining her in his fantasy in their bed. Being a family with her.
The vibrations of his moans pushed her over the edge as she came in squealing thrashes, pumping her hips against his face.
She panted as he stood and pulled her up to him, wanting to hold her, but her hands yanked his belt open, unzipped his fly.
“Liv, we can take a break—”
Her feral eyes were on fire. “Wrong. Two to one, my love. I want my other one right”—she stroked his weeping cock hard—“now.”
“Fucking hell, I’m never letting go of you,” he muttered against her mouth.
He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and handed it to her as he knelt to take off her boots.
He yanked, but they didn’t budge.
“They’re tight,” she said, tossing his wallet and tearing the condom foil with her teeth.
“Fuck it.”
He pulled her leggings down as far as they would go, lifted her onto the washer as she yelped, and, tossing her legs over him, stepped into the open space between her legs.
She rolled the condom on, and one half-second later, he lifted her up with one arm and, fisting his cock with the other, thrust into her.
A guttural moan sighed out from both of them at the relief of it.
She wrapped her legs tight around him as he moved them to the wall, lifting her up and down on his cock.
Surrounded by her limbs, her scent in his nose, his tongue met hers in greedy, claiming kisses. Silky hair teased his hands as he thrust into her, pinning her against the wall.
So strong, so soft, and able to take it all.
Begging him for more.
“Mine,” he panted against her cheek as he pumped hard and fast into her. “Say it.”
“Yours.” She tugged his hair toward her for emphasis. “I love you.”
He moaned at that. “Always—”
“Forever—”
Every thrust, every kiss, every touch was punctuated with the word they’d both craved for too long—love.
They came against each other with a crushing kiss that would—now and forever— feel like home.