The door swung open and there he was.
"Cam!"
"My love." His voice was rough with what I knew was desire. He'd been as desperate to get back to me as I was to have him home.
I ran and jumped up into his arms. He held me tight and kissed me on the lips, gentle at first, but quickly full of intent and need. I wrapped my legs around him and ran a hand up his horns. I'd learned he liked that. Although it had been a surprise; I'd assumed he wouldn't feel anything from them. But actually, they could be quite sensitive. He moaned into my mouth, and my body was instantly on fire. He pulled his mouth back from mine and I grumbled at him.
"They are in jail now. They paid for their crimes appropriately before I dumped them there. They felt encouraged to confess."
Tears welled in my eyes.
"Thank you. I… well…"
I couldn't find the words.
"I know what it means to be able to move forward. I wanted to give you that. More than anything. You are my mate. My life. I don't need anything else but you happy."
I kissed him deeply, and he set me down on the kitchen counter and ran his hands up my thighs and under my skirt.
"I suppose this is one of the few places we haven't christened yet," I mused.
"Let’s fix that."
"Yeah, I'd hate for this countertop to feel left out."
"It would be rude," he responded.
I giggled. It had taken time for him to relax enough to have this sort of casual moment. And I was a fair way along from the anxious woman who'd been frantically trying to find her friends and figure out what had happened to them. Once I knew they were safe, I invited them here and held them all as tightly as I could.
Cam lifted my legs up and pulled my panties off before bending down and running a warm tongue along my entrance. I shivered. This was almost my favorite part.
“I’ve missed your taste, my love.”
He focused his attention to my clit and began what I knew was going to be a torturously long warm-up before he let me orgasm, never mind before he fucked me here. I just hoped he was done before the bread burned. After a few more minutes with his tongue, though, I'd forgotten the bread even existed, and as I came for the first time, I couldn't have even told you my own name.
The End.
