along his throat, little nipping kisses that drove all the blood out of his brain and south.
Closing his hands on her ass, he tugged her closer and tortured himself with a slow grind against her. She groaned and then their mouths fused. He lifted her, his back letting out the tiniest of protests, but he ignored it. Sitting on the bed, he pulled her onto his lap until she straddled him. The fabric of her panties and his briefs kept his cock contained, but the languid roll of her rubbing along his length threatened the last shred of his control.
“So,” he murmured between kisses, “find a job. Find an apartment. Date. Make love. Propose, Wedding. Baby. That’s the plan?”
She let out a shaky breath and stared at him. The first trace of uncertainty filtered into her eyes. “If you—if you’re okay with that.”
He groaned softly. “Baby, I’m okay with anything that means I get to be with you and you’re happy. I love you.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes. “I love you, too. I don’t know when or how—but not a moment goes by when I haven’t thought about you or wanted to be here—right here—just like this. But I also wanted to be whole for you, for me, for—” She choked on the words.
He kissed the tears trickling down her cheeks. “For our little girl. I know and it’s why I waited and worked on me. No more whiskey tango foxtrot.”
“No. No more—just us.”
“Us. I’m going to make love to you now.” He cupped her breast, caressing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, and he caught her lips in a long kiss. She surged, straining against him.
“Okay. That’s skipping ahead in the plan.”
Her shaky laugh deepened with a husky note and he lifted, flipping her around until she lay on the bed and he loomed over her. Hooking his fingers into her panties, he stripped them down.
The sight of the blonde curls between her thighs damn near made him come on the spot. He wondered if she understood the depth of how much he wanted her. “Then let me eat first—so we can call this a date….”
Nudging her thighs apart, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her leg, and she let out a moan that rolled over him like a physical caress.
“Joe—” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” He licked her sex in a gentle kiss and groaned at the sweet flavor bursting on his tongue. He teased her with soft licks, and long pulls on her clit. He wanted to be inside her, and that thought sobered him. He lifted his head, fighting for control. Son of a bitch .
“What’s wrong?” She pushed up onto her elbows.
“I didn’t think to bring—” He could do this—he could give her pleasure.
“My purse.”
“What?” It was his turn to blink.
“There are condoms in my purse.”
“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to her clit and sucked hard until she thrashed.
“Oh my God. I know—but get the condom….”
He laughed, pushing free of the bed, then flipped open the catch on her bag. And there they were, waiting like the best prizes in the box—three condoms. He admired her faith in him. Sheathing himself, he all but fell into her waiting arms and thrust inside her.
Her kisses grew more eager and their tongues dueled. Her fingers became frantic as she pulled at his shoulders. They surged together until he forgot all the long months keeping them apart. Her orgasm triggered his and he came with a force that took his breath away.
They lay together, drowsy and replete. He cradled her. She was so pale to his darker skin, and so perfect in the complement. She’d taken his heart the night he’d knocked on her door and she opened it with such caution and trepidation. It hadn’t been easy and they still had a long road to travel.
She opened her eyes and he lifted her head to look at him. The adoration in her face filled him with the most extraordinary glee. It didn’t matter that it hadn’t been easy.
“Would you mind if
Closing his hands on her ass, he tugged her closer and tortured himself with a slow grind against her. She groaned and then their mouths fused. He lifted her, his back letting out the tiniest of protests, but he ignored it. Sitting on the bed, he pulled her onto his lap until she straddled him. The fabric of her panties and his briefs kept his cock contained, but the languid roll of her rubbing along his length threatened the last shred of his control.
“So,” he murmured between kisses, “find a job. Find an apartment. Date. Make love. Propose, Wedding. Baby. That’s the plan?”
She let out a shaky breath and stared at him. The first trace of uncertainty filtered into her eyes. “If you—if you’re okay with that.”
He groaned softly. “Baby, I’m okay with anything that means I get to be with you and you’re happy. I love you.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes. “I love you, too. I don’t know when or how—but not a moment goes by when I haven’t thought about you or wanted to be here—right here—just like this. But I also wanted to be whole for you, for me, for—” She choked on the words.
He kissed the tears trickling down her cheeks. “For our little girl. I know and it’s why I waited and worked on me. No more whiskey tango foxtrot.”
“No. No more—just us.”
“Us. I’m going to make love to you now.” He cupped her breast, caressing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, and he caught her lips in a long kiss. She surged, straining against him.
“Okay. That’s skipping ahead in the plan.”
Her shaky laugh deepened with a husky note and he lifted, flipping her around until she lay on the bed and he loomed over her. Hooking his fingers into her panties, he stripped them down.
The sight of the blonde curls between her thighs damn near made him come on the spot. He wondered if she understood the depth of how much he wanted her. “Then let me eat first—so we can call this a date….”
Nudging her thighs apart, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her leg, and she let out a moan that rolled over him like a physical caress.
“Joe—” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” He licked her sex in a gentle kiss and groaned at the sweet flavor bursting on his tongue. He teased her with soft licks, and long pulls on her clit. He wanted to be inside her, and that thought sobered him. He lifted his head, fighting for control. Son of a bitch .
“What’s wrong?” She pushed up onto her elbows.
“I didn’t think to bring—” He could do this—he could give her pleasure.
“My purse.”
“What?” It was his turn to blink.
“There are condoms in my purse.”
“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to her clit and sucked hard until she thrashed.
“Oh my God. I know—but get the condom….”
He laughed, pushing free of the bed, then flipped open the catch on her bag. And there they were, waiting like the best prizes in the box—three condoms. He admired her faith in him. Sheathing himself, he all but fell into her waiting arms and thrust inside her.
Her kisses grew more eager and their tongues dueled. Her fingers became frantic as she pulled at his shoulders. They surged together until he forgot all the long months keeping them apart. Her orgasm triggered his and he came with a force that took his breath away.
They lay together, drowsy and replete. He cradled her. She was so pale to his darker skin, and so perfect in the complement. She’d taken his heart the night he’d knocked on her door and she opened it with such caution and trepidation. It hadn’t been easy and they still had a long road to travel.
She opened her eyes and he lifted her head to look at him. The adoration in her face filled him with the most extraordinary glee. It didn’t matter that it hadn’t been easy.
“Would you mind if
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