Her breasts bounced with every powerful entry. She lifted her hands and cupped them, pinching them lightly.
"Yeah. Take what you want, sweetheart. Whatever you need." He panted heavily as his strokes became deeper, harder.
Her fingers plucked at her nipples as his grip on her hips got tighter, more demanding. She rode him hard, grinding, taking him so deep that she shuddered.
Throwing her head back, she imploded. The muscles in the walls of her channel clenched and released, repeatedly squeezing the cock invading her. As her body quivered, she felt his body tense beneath hers.
She watched, their eyes meeting, as he came.
He was hot and wild, masculine and perfect. The low, reverberating sound that ripped from his throat the most beautiful sound she had ever imagined.
A hot, explosive stream emptied into her womb and they both collapsed. She could feel his body trembling as her body crumpled, covering him like a blanket. "I love you," she murmured with a sigh against his chest.
His arms came around her, holding her tightly against his body. They were both sweaty and spent, but she felt so complete, so content.
It took a while for her breathing to return to normal and her racing heart to quiet. She started to crawl off Simon's body, to move to his side, but he wouldn't let her. He grunted and pulled her back over him. "Stay."
It should have pissed her off that he was giving her a dog obedience order, but the way that he said it, with such longing in his voice, made her smile. She was also so sated that she could barely move.
She snuggled her head back onto his shoulder, determined to get up the energy to move shortly or she would end up crushing the poor guy.
His breathing became deep and even, his arms still locked around her, but relaxed.
He's sleeping. We just had sex in his nightmare position. And he's sleeping with me on top of him.
Her heart flipped and a bone deep ache penetrated her body. He trusted her so much that he could be at ease when he felt most vulnerable. She turned her head and kissed him lightly, her heart overflowing with love for this man.
This man who put her needs first.
This man who trusted her.
This man who would go to any lengths to please her.
This man she loved.
She'd always treasure his trust, nurture it as though it were precious. Which it was.
Exhaustion made her eyes close, her body relax.
Really, you need to roll off of Simon. It can't be a comfortable way to sleep.
Her breathing became deeper, matching the same rhythm as the man beneath her.
They woke the next morning in the same position, completely rested and comfortable.
Epilogue
Simon paced the courtyard of the elegant resort with a frown.
Was he about to make a big mistake? What if she wouldn't have him? The last six weeks had been the happiest of his life. Did he really want to screw that up?
He looked out at the water, reliving those memories with a contented sigh.
I don't want to screw it up. But I need her. I want her to be mine. The need to brand her as his, to stake his claim, was nearly overwhelming.
Looking toward the outside door to their suite made him shudder. Fuck! Why was this so hard? He and Kara shared everything. There wasn't a corner of his heart and soul that she didn't know.
His phone vibrated in the pocket of his suit jacket. He was in a suit and tie, and it wasn't even a damn work day. He was currently in Orlando, to visit Disneyworld of all places, to realize one of Kara's dreams. Incredible that a woman born and raised in Tampa had never been to Disneyworld!
Of course, neither had he. But, then again, he had come to Florida as an almost-adult.
He clenched his last heart-wish in his palm, squeezing it until his hand was white, his blood circulation nearly cut off.
He had saved one wish. The other one had been used to get her to come on a vacation trip during her spring break. He had given her the heart a month ago and told her he wished that he could take her someplace that she wanted to visit during her spring break.
Okay. Yeah. He expected Paris, London, The Orient, or even Africa. Instead, she had mumbled quietly that she had always wanted to go to Disneyworld. Barely more than an hour’s drive from Tampa, and with a private jet available for travel anywhere in the world, he hadn't expected this to be her dream vacation.
Granted, it had actually been fun. He especially liked it when she got scared on a ride and threw herself in his arms with a shriek and a delighted laugh. Tonight was their last night at the resort, and he was taking her to dinner in one of the best restaurants in Orlando. He just hoped that they had something big to celebrate.
Fishing his phone from his jacket, he looked at the caller ID. Hudson, Samuel.
"What?" he snarled into the phone.
"Did you ask her yet?"
Simon nearly laughed at the slightly nervous voice on the other end of the phone. Sam acted like this event was just as important to him as it was to Simon. "No. She's getting ready for dinner."