Looking over her shoulder at my watch, I tell her, “We’ve got just enough time to celebrate this milestone before we need to leave for the airport.”
“Is that so? We’ve somehow yet to christen this spot in front of the fireplace,” she informs me.
“That feels like a travesty considering it’s one of your favorite places. Come here, Austen,” I murmur, bringing her in for a searing kiss that communicates everything I couldn’t begin to express with words: my pride in her, my happiness for this life we’re building, the amount of joy she brings me, and the fire of passion she ignites in me.
Dakota breaks the kiss and lifts her arms for me to take off her sweatshirt. I groan with pleasure when I find she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, leaving her in nothing but a pair of boyshorts.
My hands tremble slightly as I skim them down her arms until she wraps them around my neck. I continue trailing my fingertips over her ribcage, gripping her waist when I reach it.
Resting my forehead against her sternum, I breathe her in as she rakes her fingers through my hair still damp from the snow.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I pepper kisses along her collarbones and sternum before bringing her nipple into my mouth as I squeeze the other, rolling the taut bud between my fingers.
Pulling off with a pop, I ask, “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits? They’re fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”
She lets out a low chuckle. “I can’t say you’ve admitted it aloud, but you’ve shown me how much you love them.” Bringing her hands beneath my henley, she strips me of my shirt before slipping off my jeans and briefs.
Standing between my legs, I pull Dakota closer to me and slide her boyshorts down her legs at a torturous rate. I place a kiss on each of her thighs and marvel at the tiny goosebumps that trail my touch.
She straddles my legs and I grip her hips, guiding her back down. The moment her wet heat makes contact with my cock, it twitches against her clit and she mewls for more.
Lifting up on her knees, Dakota grips my cock, giving it a few firm strokes before lining me up at her entrance. She slowly sinks down and we moan in unison when I bottom out.
Wrapping our arms around each other, she wraps her legs around my waist, and it feels like we’re as close as two humans can possibly get. She grinds against me, and when I tilt my hips forward, she keens in pleasure the new position offers.
“Don’t move,” she pants as she continues to rock her pelvis, rubbing her clit against me over and over again until I feel the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. Her pussy flutters around my cock just as she reaches the precipice of her climax.
I lock eyes with her just as she shatters apart. Her mouth hangs open as she throws her head back in ecstasy, letting out a melodious cry.
Only after she’s rode out her orgasm, do I shift her onto her back and hover above her. Chest heaving, she works to catch her breath. I gape in wonder as I take her in—she looks ethereal as the flames of the firelight reflect off her sweat-slicked skin.
My chest tightens when Dakota looks up at me with glassy, lust-filled eyes.
“I am so privileged to be loved by you, Dakota.”
Not giving her the opportunity to reply, I steal her mouth, sucking her bottom lip and raking it between my teeth.
“Show me,” she pleads breathlessly.
I bracket her face with my arms, balancing my weight on my elbows as I deeply thrust back inside her tight pussy. Letting her adjust for only a moment before I pull almost all the way out and slam my hips back in. I repeat the motion over and over until she’s chanting my name.
“Carson! Yes!”
Bringing my lips to her ear, I rasp, “Tell me you’re mine forever, Austen.”
“I’m yours, Carson! Only ever yours,” she shrieks out, and fuck, the chorus of her cries combined with the way her pussy is squeezing my cock has me groaning into her ear.
“Mine,” I let out just as I sink further, coming so deep inside of her that I’m not sure where I end and she begins.
I reluctantly draw out of her and roll onto my back, pulling her against my heaving chest with one arm wrapped snugly around her waist.
“So, when do I get to read this draft?” I pant out as I tuck my other arm beneath my head.
“Not until I get through edits, Golden Boy. I want you to read the polished version, if I let you read it at all,” she responds through bated breaths.
“If? What do you mean if? Once you publish it, I can read it whenever I want.”
“I don’t even know if I’m going to publish it yet.”
