“That was because I wasn’t here to tend to your garden, baby. But I’m here now, and your fruit was ready to be plucked.”
“And you liked eating it?” I ask, a dizzy smile on my face.
“I fucking loved every last taste of your juicy melon.”
Chapter Five
Grady
Her pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Better than I dreamed. She is nothing but a juicy fruit, so damn ripe.
She sits in my lap, the pair of us in her messy bedroom with the lights low, her secrets still buried, but the truth of what this is — what’s between us — is bright enough to take out any darkness she fears.
Running my hands over her hair, I draw her mouth to mine, kissing her soft and slow, taking my time. Her lips part for me and our tongues meet. She melts into me, and my hard cock throbs against her.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” she whispers, closing her eyes. I kiss her forehead, her nose. Both her ears. Then I lay her down on her back, pushing off my boxers, stroking my cock as I move closer to my baby.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Georgie. I usually feel like a boring ass man, but when you’re around, you make the world brighter. More beautiful.”
She smiles as I move closer, her hand reaching for my length, wrapping her fingers around me, touching me. “I don’t think you’re boring. I think you’re smart and steady.”
“Would a man like me tie you down when you want to fly free?”
She shakes her head, so bare and brave beneath me, opening up the cracks in her heart. “Being yours wouldn’t mean I was tied down. It would mean I was free to fly without fear of falling. Because I know you’d be there to catch me.”
“I’ll always catch you.”
She blinks back tears as I run my cock against her pink pussy. She’s wet and wanting, and God, so am I. I ease my length inside her and she wraps her arms around me, tight. Holding on. I won’t let go.
“I love you, Georgie.”
She gasps. A tear falls down her cheek.
“Let go, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll be right here when it’s time to land.”
My cock sinks inside of her, and she whimpers as I fill her up. We both want this, but I don’t want to hurt her.
She pants against me as we push through her pain, and then she is left breathless, her eyes bright as the sun as I kiss her deeply.
With promise. With love.
Georgina
He moves above me, inside me, and I wrap myself around him, not wanting this to end. Ever. Wanting to stay here in this moment of perfection that was six years coming.
He loves me. And I love him. And maybe that is enough. He thinks it is. I hope so too… but only time will tell.
My mind plays tricks on me, saying he won’t stay once he knows, but then I look into his eyes in this moment, his heart pounding against my heart and I want to believe. Believe in the impossibility of our dreams being the same, and of them coming true right before our very eyes.
“Don’t go, Georgie. Not yet,” he whispers in my ear, as if reading my mind. “Stay awhile longer.”
And so I do. I push away my fears and float back to the moment. This one right here, where Grady looks in my eyes and likes what he sees. Loves it, even. He is choosing me.
“I’m here,” I promise, staying put. And God, it’s a glorious place to be. In his arms, I feel every inch of my skin on fire, his strength wrapping around me and grounding me, and somehow lifting me higher all at once.
“You feel so good,” he tells me, his lips brushing my cheeks, and I smile against his smile. I laugh, and he does too. Laughs that are deep and real and raw. Ours. Six years is a long time to wait, but I would have waited even longer if I knew this was what was on the other side. If we were on the other side. And here we are.
His fingers lace with mine and I smile. His cock is deep inside me and I moan, biting his shoulder as we roll in the bed, laughing and kissing and touching. Our skin is hot as we make love, my hair a mess and his eyes bright with hope.