Park Avenue Prince(85)

I kissed down her belly, tugging at her nipples and making her gasp. I grinned at the sounds she made. I did that. I could make her feel that good. And I’d keep doing it forever.

I hooked my thumbs into the edges of her underwear and pulled them down, kissing from one juncture of the thigh to the other, licking the dip in her skin where her leg began. Her skin smelled of ripe cherries.

“Sam,” she called, her voice raspy and breathless but content. Certain. Of me. We’d come a long way.

I smoothed my hands over her inner thigh, pressing her open, getting her ready. I wasn’t sure who felt the anticipation of what was next more—her or me. She arched her back and I slid my tongue over her clit. Already, Grace was wet enough for me to drink and I was always thirsty for her.

My erection pressed into the mattress as I lapped down her slit. She groaned, pushing out her little demands in a breathless flurry of please, don’t stop, yes, just there.

I pushed my hand over my cock. I wondered whether the taste of her, the sounds she made, would get me this hard forever. I grinned against her as she continued her chatter. Yes. No question. She’d always get me hard.

She grabbed my shoulders. “Sam, I need you.”

Those words used to scare me, send me running. Now, there was nothing more I wanted to hear. That someone so beautiful, generous, kind and loving would need me. It was nothing short of an honor.

I kissed her clit and moved up the bed. “You need me, Princess?”

She reached for my cock. “Yeah,” she whispered as she dove for my mouth, hungry and ready for me. I rolled on top of her and pressed my dick to her entrance. She responded by curling her legs around my hips.

“This is our first time making love as an engaged couple,” I said as I pushed into her. She groaned, her palms flat against my chest.

I closed my eyes for a second, just to steady myself at the feel of her.

“No,” she said. “I don’t think so.”

I bent to kiss her. “Did I miss something?”

She grinned. “All engaged means is that we’ll spend the rest of our lives together—and I think that’s been the case from our very first time.”

The drag of her around me as I pulled out combined with her words took my breath away.

“Yes,” I replied as I pushed back into her and began my rhythm. She was right. She’d been mine from the moment I touched her. I’d been hers before I’d ever met her.

We molded together like magic. The heat from our bodies enveloping us, binding us. As I rocked into her, gazing at her, she cupped my face. “I love you,” she said as my orgasm began to rumble in the distance. “I love you,” she repeated, the rumble growing louder, and she started to pulse beneath me.

“I love you,” I said and she gasped as if it were the first time she was hearing it.

“Sam,” she called, her unsteady voice telling me she was close. “Oh God, I love you, Sam.” She arched her back and milked my cock, pulling my orgasm from me as I began to spiral, my pulse banging in my ears. I bent and kissed her shoulder, sucking, tasting, breathing her in, wanting as much of her as I could get as our orgasms joined, drawing out the pleasure.

Our breathing slowed and I rolled to one side, sliding her toward me, our legs entangling. “You’re my ultimate bliss,” I said, quoting Dumas. “I get it now. Without even knowing it, even through the darkest grief of my life, I waited and hoped. For you.”#p#分页标题#e#

She trailed her fingers over my tattoo. “I think I waited and hoped for you my whole life, too.”

“The day you appeared, a part of me knew it was always meant to be you.”

“Your soul,” she said. She never ceased to amaze me. “I highlighted that passage.” She smiled. “‘There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.’”

“I love you, body and soul,” I replied.





Grace





“She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, don’t you think?” Sam said, leaning over his daughter as he changed her diaper.

“You only just realized?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He chuckled. “I guess I get reminded every now and then.”

Lauren kept her gaze focused strictly on her daddy, as if reminding him he better do her diaper right.

“She’s never this still when I change her,” I said.

“I think she knows I can’t get shit on my tux.”

I laughed. “Can you imagine the wedding photos?”

We’d walked the block to the Frick from our apartment. Lauren in her stroller, pushed by Sam in his tux, me in a red silk organza gown—who got married in white?