She nodded against me, and her voice came out breathless. "Better than okay." She pressed against me and said, "Amazing, in fact."
I felt myself smile. "Yeah?" I locked my arms around her, pulling her close as our hips ground against each other. My lips brushed her neck, her earlobe, her shoulder, and every place in-between. I whispered one truth and then another.
"You're beautiful."
"You're my dream-girl."
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever known."
It was all true, whether she believed it or not. She was hot and tight, and her soft moans were driving me to heights I'd never known. She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, sifting it through her fingertips and running a soft hand along my neck.
With every sigh and every moan, she pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
Not yet.
I moved with her, sometimes slow and steady, other times hard and fast. Her hips rose up, meeting me again and again, thrust for thrust. Our lips met, and her hands roamed free.
When she made a move to get on top, I wrapped her in my arms and rolled us over. With my shaft still buried inside her, she sat up straight, naked and wild, riding me like the world would end any minute.
Even in my dreams, it had never been like this. Her lips were parted, and her back was arched, giving me the perfect view of all her curves. Her eyes drifted shut, and my hands roamed everywhere I could reach, caressing her hips, her breasts, her waist, her neck. No matter where I touched, I couldn’t get enough.
Faster and faster, she ground against me, making my hardness move inside her until I thought I'd die from holding back. Just when I thought I couldn't wait another second, she shuddered and trembled, moving faster still as she sighed my name.
That, and the surge of heat, sent me over the edge along with her. I said her name, liking the way it sounded, liking the wayshesounded as we moved together until we were both spent.
Finally, she fell into my arms, collapsing in a hot, naked heap. I wrapped my arms around her, and spoke into her hair. "Chloe?"
"Hmmm…"
I love you.
I didn't say it. Because if she ran now, I'd have to chase her. And she felt too damn good right here where she was.
Instead, in a sleepy voice, I heard myself ask, "Do you like pancakes?"
I felt her muffled laughter against my skin. "What?"
I pulled her tight against me. "Tell me you'll stay."
She lifted her head, and her eyes were filled with mischief. "Well, Idolike pancakes."
Cradling her tight, I pushed myself up, taking her with me. Soon, we were laying naked on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. She ran a hand along the rug's plush surface. "Nice rug." She gave me a sleepy smile. "I bet you bought it just for interludes."
"Haven't you heard?" I ran a hand along the side of her face. In the firelight, she was a vision straight out of my dreams. "You're no interlude."
She laughed. "I bet you say that to all your interludes."
Interludes – it was a funny word for what she meant. Quick fucks, one night stands, empty encounters with plenty of laughs, but no substance. Yeah, I'd had some good times. But nothing felt as good as this.
"You want me to be honest?" I said. "I've wanted you, and not only like this, since the first moment I saw you." I leaned forward to press my lips to her forehead. "But that doesn't make you an interlude." My lips traveled lower, grazing her cheek and stopping at her mouth. "No. You're something else, Chloe."
Her breath caught. "So are you."
I kissed her long and hard, and then soft and gentle. I worked my way downward, nibbling her neck and teasing her nipples with my tongue and mouth. I moved lower, kissing her stomach and then her hips. I moved lower still and didn't stop until she was once again, moaning my name.
It was nearly dawn when she fell asleep in my arms, I held her tight, listening to the quiet sounds of her breathing and wondering how I had gotten so damn lucky.
I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to drift off to sleep. Funny, sleep had always been a problem for me. But now, I didn't want to sleep, because I didn't want to miss a single second of this. Her hair fell across my chest, and her hand, small and soft, rested on my shoulder.
