Then she slid that finger over my stomach, down my crotch, that one fingertip pressure enough to make me shiver.
“What do I need to do to convince you?” she asked, and then she cupped my hardening cock at the same time as she pressed her lips against my chest.
Finding a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pushed her hand away and stepped back. “What are you doing, Esther?”
“Has it been that long, Sorin?” she asked, the corner of her lips turning up higher.
I kept my face set in a grim expression, and her smiled dropped. She stepped closer, put her hand over my heart.
“Sorin Petran, I love you.” She lifted her gaze until her eyes met mine, searching, hopeful. “And I trust you.”
The declaration hung between us, but I didn’t grab it, couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I was sure.
“There’s no going back, Esther.”
“Better not be,” she said with a playful smile on her lips.
And then she said nothing else because I captured her lips with mine and thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with an almost feral need and urgency, desperate to taste her, touch her.
She exhaled deep, and I felt her yielding, felt her trust, her love. I wrapped my arm around her waist and crushed her to me, the soft press of her breasts making my cock harden. I snaked my hand down her strong back and grabbed a handful of her ass.
“Touch me,” I said roughly as I teased the full globe.
I stilled when she closed her hand over me again.
“No,” I said. “Touch me. Skin on skin.”
She chuckled low, her warm breath against my skin and then worked my pants down and freed my erection. A second later, she closed her hand around my shaft.
“I missed this,” she said as she stroked me.
“Not as much as I did,” I replied.
Then I loosened my hold and pushed her panties down her legs, pulling her closer so that my cock was nestled between her thighs, her wet heat and the hard nub of her clit against me.
I rocked and she moaned, tightened her hands on my flanks. My eyes had drifted shut, and I opened them, saw her pleasure-twisted expression, the way her throat moved as she swallowed.
I’d said it before, but I knew then, without a doubt, I would never let her go.
“Come back,” she said when I stepped away and sat on the edge of the bed, my cock, almost painfully hard, slick with arousal, mine and hers, rising to jut toward her.
“Nope. Come ride me,” I replied.
She snorted quietly, and I saw the quiet rebellion on her face. But whatever she thought, she stepped forward, her full body swaying seductively with each step.
“Since you asked so nicely,” she said as she lifted one knee, then the other on either side of me, hovering above me, close enough that the downy hair that covered her brushed my shaft.
Hand tight around my base, she lowered herself. But where before we both would have watched as we joined, this time, our eyes were locked, the pleasure of her cunt swallowing me, nothing in the face of the emotions she stirred in a heart I hadn’t known existed until her.
When I was fully seated, my cock buried as deep inside her as it could go, her walls squeezing around me, her eyes alight with love, she stilled, and we stared at one another, a wealth of emotion passing between us.
Then, her face bright with a wanton smile, she reached behind her, unfastened her bra and slid it off, tossing it aside, freeing her breasts. Her dark nipples were beaded, the skin around them crinkled with her arousal. She lifted her brow, and I laughed and then leaned forward and tugged one of the buds between my lips and pinched the other between my thumb and forefinger.
I released her breast long enough to smack her ass. After a quick little giggle, she laced her hands behind my head, fingers threaded in my hair, and then she rose and then ground down, arching her back so that her breast filled my mouth, riding me with the reckless abandon that was so much of who she was.
I released her tit with a loud pop, admiring the way it glistened, and then I grabbed her hips, loving the feel of her full flesh in my palms, her skin slick with sweat.
“Look at me, Esther,” I whispered.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked at me, her gaze soft. And then, connected with her body and heart, I spoke.
“I love you,” I said.
Epilogue
Esther
Two Months Later…
“I’m going to hold my niece tonight whether you like it or not, Esther,” Sorin said, voice deep, eyes pointed little daggers of cold blue.
“That still doesn’t work on me,” I said, and to add insult to injury, I kissed Maria’s head and walked back to the living room where I deposited her with her father.
“You two still going at it?” Vasile asked.