Chapter 32 #2
“You have no idea what you do to me. The sight of your soaked pussy, ready and waiting for me to touch you, is enough to make me come all over myself.” I rise off the mattress, closing the distance between us just enough to swipe the flat of my tongue over her slit.
The moan that falls from her is sweet music to my ears as I continue licking her, nibbling her delicate flesh, dipping my tongue inside her body until her muscles loosen and she’s spreading her thighs even wider, giving me plenty of room to maneuver.
“Does that feel good?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you feel how hard you make me?”
She strokes her fingers along my length before fisting my cock and pumping it.
I strain against her, the rush of sensation hitting me hard.
My reaction is immediate and overwhelming, a reminder of something I’ve always understood about myself, even when I didn’t have the words to express it when I was younger.
It wasn’t an exaggeration when I admitted that my pleasure is directly tied to hers. If she’s not there with me—feeling it, wanting it, meeting me in the middle—then everything falls flat. The connection disappears, and with it, the whole damn point.
That’s one of the reasons things unraveled with Sarah.
When she stopped enjoying sex, something fundamental broke between us.
Not all at once but piece by piece. Desire turned into obligation.
Touch became something carefully avoided instead of something sacred to be shared.
And without that mutual spark, without the sense that we were giving to each other instead of just going through the motions, intimacy lost its meaning.
With Kia, it already feels different.
Her reactions matter more than my own. The way she responds, leaning in instead of pulling away, it all feeds something deeper within me than physical need. It reminds me what true intimacy is supposed to be like.
Not the kind that’s one-sided or empty.
But the kind that’s shared.
She takes me into her mouth, sliding down to the base before gradually returning to the tip again.
I continue licking her, pushing her relentlessly toward orgasm, waiting for the moment when she climaxes and I have the pleasure of licking up every last drop.
Her movements turn voracious, and it feels so damn good.
It doesn’t take long before my balls are tightening as my cock swells.
Every muscle stiffens as I hover on the verge of losing control.
Although, I’ll be damned if I come before she does.
I adjust her hips until I’m able to nibble at her clit.
The noise she makes vibrates around my cock.
Just as her pussy spasms, I find my own release, coming harder than I have in a long time.
Maybe ever. A tight fist grips my heart, squeezing it painfully, as she deep throats my cock, swallowing down every drop of cum.
It’s only when I soften that she presses a kiss against the tip of my length.
I do the same to her clit, savoring the taste of her.
She lays her head against my thighs, her warm breath floating over me as I massage her gorgeous ass.
As I stare at her drenched core, I realize that I could happily stay naked in bed like this forever.
I press another kiss against her pouty lips. “Pretty sure there’s no better way to start the day.”
When the world finally rights itself again, she straightens and crawls off me. The second her warm weight disappears, I miss it.
Thankfully, she doesn’t go far.
A few seconds later, she settles against my side, nestling close, her cheek pressed to my chest, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to fit herself into the space between my arm and my heart.
“That was…”
“Good?” I ask cautiously.
She tilts her chin until our gazes can meet and hold. “Much better than that. No one’s ever bothered to take their time with me or focus on my pleasure the way you did.”
Her honesty breaks me wide open, because this woman deserves that and so much more. I drop a kiss against her forehead, letting my lips linger as I breathe her in. “I’ll give you that every morning,” I murmur. “If you let me.”
“Really?” She searches my eyes, uncertainty flickering in hers, as if she finds the idea difficult to believe.
“Yes.” There’s zero hesitation in my response. “I love showering you with pleasure and knowing I’m the only one who gets to make you feel that way.”
She shifts closer, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns along my rib cage. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
Her cheeks flush with color. “It is. I like the way you make me feel. With you… I don’t have to be anyone other than myself.”
Something inside me stills before clicking into place. It doesn’t feel like a decision so much as an undeniable truth.
“Kitten,” I murmur, pulling her closer, “I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else. Not ever.”
Even as I hold her, I realize it’s still not enough.
Because this woman has uncaged something in me—a need, a protectiveness, a depth of feeling I locked away years ago. I buried it beneath responsibility and routine. Beneath the parts of my life that demanded I be steady and controlled, even when everything inside me secretly longed for more.
I’d convinced myself I didn’t need it.
Didn’t want it.
That it was easier to live without.
And now that it’s been released, there’s no chaining it back up again. No forcing it into the shadows or pretending it doesn’t exist when it’s already wrapped around my ribs, taking root in the space between my heartbeat and my breath.
And there’s no denying what it wants.
Her.
Only her.
Just when I think Kia has drifted back to sleep, she murmurs, “I feel safe with you.”
The quiet admission hits harder than anything else she could’ve said. Harder than the way her body fits perfectly against mine. Harder than the way she looks at me, like she trusts me with the parts of herself no one else gets to see.
Steadiness and consistency are what I’ve always had to offer. They’re also the things my ex once called suffocating, as if my devotion was a heavy weight instead of a gift.
So, I learned to temper and hide those parts of myself. To soften the edges of my instinct to protect, pretending I didn’t need to hold on so tightly, even when it was the only way I knew how to love.
But Kia doesn’t see that as a flaw.
She leans into my natural instincts.
Into me.
After a beat, I drag my fingers lightly up and down her back. “We should probably decide what we’re going to tell people.”
Her head lifts slightly from my chest. “About us getting married?”
I nod. “People are going to ask questions. Your family. The team. The media when this gets out.” My hand skims over her waist. “We don’t have to tell them more than you’re comfortable with, but I think the simplest answer is the truth.”
She studies me in the dim light. “Which is?”
“That we fell hard for each other,” I say quietly. “And getting married just made sense.”
Her lips part, and for a moment she only looks at me.
“That’s what you’d tell them?” she whispers.
“It’s what I’d tell anyone.” I brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “Because it’s the truth.”
Something softens in her expression before she tucks herself back against me.
Her breath is warm against my chest, her body relaxed and trusting, like she’s no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop or bracing for the moment I pull away. It won’t take her long to figure out that’s not the kind of man I am. Once she gives herself over to me, she’s mine to cherish and keep.
My arms tighten around her, not to trap, but to remind myself she’s real.
That this is real.
My gaze drifts to the ceiling, but my mind is nowhere to be found in this room. It’s somewhere in the future. To the one I stopped allowing myself to imagine. The one I never thought I’d get a chance to have.
A life that feels full.
A home that feels steady.
A woman who fits into the empty spaces inside me.
I press my lips to her hair, breathing her in, as a realization settles deep in my bones.
Maybe I’ve been searching for the wrong thing all along.
Maybe I wasn’t meant to find someone who could handle me in pieces.
Maybe I was meant to find the person who makes me whole.
As Kia falls asleep against my heart, I know with an aching certainty that I didn’t just find her.
I found my other half.