“Huh.” Her head tilts as she studies me. “All these years, I thought you found someone else. That my parents hated you because you ran off with another girl.”
“I told you before, Demi. You’re the only one for me. Always have been, always will be.” I drag in a ragged lungful of air. “Even if you walk out of here and you never want to see me again, even if I find the strength to move on with someone else down the road, I’m never going to love her half as much as I love you.”
My hands slide up her neck, my fingers tangling in her loose waves, and I bring her mouth to me. Her body covers mine, and I roll over on top of her. Propped on my elbows, I hover above Demi, tasting her mouth again and again before leaving it to press kisses into the conservatively exposed parts of her.
Kissing her shoulder, I run a hand down her side until I find the hem of her dress. Tugging it up, I work it over her head and move my lips to the soft tops of her breasts as they pillow above a strapless bra.
Her stomach caves when I move lower, and I drag my tongue down her soft belly, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her lace panties. Sliding them down her thighs and tossing them across the room, I spread her legs and lower myself to her soft folds.
I run a finger along her seem, and the sweet scent of her arousal fills the air.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I moan, dipping down to circle my tongue along her clit.
Demi sighs, her legs spreading wider, and her fingers lace through my hair. She grabs a handful and tugs as I lick and swirl every perfect crevice. It’s been years since I’ve devoured this sweet, addicting pussy, and I’m quite certain I could stay here all night.
I glide one finger inside her wet entrance, followed by another, curling, pumping, and licking, her hips gyrating as our rhythms sync.
After a while longer, her hands grip my biceps, pulling me over top of her. Cupping my face, she kisses me, unafraid to taste her arousal, to taste what I’ve done to her.
Our tongues circle, and blood hums in my veins, filling my throbbing cock as it protrudes from my sweats. Her bare skin is beneath me, her sweet pussy mine for the taking.
Demi’s hips push forward, and her thighs squeeze my hips. She moans into my mouth with each kiss, but it’s kind of fun to keep her waiting.
My mouth leaves hers, pressing kisses against the fevered flesh of her neck, and her nails dig into my lower back.
“Royal,” she pants, nudging me with pressed palms before sliding her fingers beneath my waistband. “You’re killing me here.”
I rise above her, yanking my pants and boxers down and pulling my hardened cock out. Reaching into my nightstand, I grab a rubber from a tucked away box and rip the packet with my teeth.
Fully sheathed a moment later, I grip my cock and drag the tip along her wet, swollen seam. She’s slick. Hot. Ready. And her fists beat the bedspread with each delayed second.
With one fell thrust, I slip inside her, filling her, stretching her. Slipping my arms beneath hers, I’m huddled above her, connected at the hips. Her thighs slide up my sides and fall, relaxed, and I pump. Thrust after thrust, I go deeper and deeper. Harder. Faster. Each piston more desperate and intense than the one before.
My greedy mouth crushes hers, and we struggle to breathe. Our bodies meld, sticking with a sultry heat that fills the space, enveloping us. Everything about her is dangerously addictive and nostalgic and feels like home.
It’s a feeling I never want to go without, ever again.
Her thighs are spread for me, and her lips are open for me, but in the end, it’s her heart I’m after.
And this time, it’ll be forever.
I’ll make damn fucking sure of that.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Demi
The sun burns my eyes through a break in the cheap, sheer curtains covering Royal’s windows. I tug the covers up over my head and burrow. He’s still out, his body keeping mine warm.
My thighs rub together, a delicate ache between them. The sensation of his blankets against my skin remind me that I’m still very much naked. A quick peek under the covers tells me he is, too.
We made love—fucked—whatever, most of last night. I came three times, and each time I swore I saw stars. Some carnal beast had a hold of us, and it refused to let go until it was fat and fed.
Royal groans and rolls to his side, wrapping an arm around me. His fingers splay against my naked belly, and he pulls me against him. My ass fits perfectly against his pelvis, and I’m half tempted to reach around and wake him up using only my hand.
I decide to let him sleep. Saying we were up most of the night is not an exaggeration, and it’s Sunday morning. We have nowhere to go, no place to be.