Her hopeful permission lights a fire in me and I don't wait any longer. This need to show Ayla how I feel about her bubbles up in me and I'm already hard, aching. She's soft in my arms, warm in my lap and when press my lips to hers, the connection between us roars to life.
And I'm lost.
14
AYLA
The electricity jolting through me when his lips land on mine makes me gasp and then his tongue is there, darting into my mouth in quick exploration. And I want that. More of that. I cling to his shoulders, moaning already as my core goes molten and achy. Hot. Every part of me is hot and so his Oren.
When we finally break apart, his eyes are dazed and his hair is standing up in spikes from my fingers. We're both dragging in heavy breaths and I want to cry at the distance between us. Because I want this man, all of this man, around me, on me. In me.
"Can I make love to you?" The question is gentle, no pressure, and that makes me want him even more.
"Yes. Please." I barely get the words out when his eyes light up in victory and he stands up with me in his arms. I'd known he was strong, but there's no sign that he struggles with my weight as he gets to his feet. It makes me feel small. Precious. Even though I've heard many times from others that I'm not. In this moment, though, none of those people matter. It's just the two of us and the rest of the world is a distant impression.
He carries me easily into his bedroom, laying me down on the bed and stripping me of clothes. When I'm bare and spread out before him, he looks down at me with such hunger that my throat goes tight with emotion. I've never felt this wanted. This important. This beautiful.
Oren groans and then drops down over me, sealing his mouth to mine. Simply kissing him has me dizzy and needy, and when he turns his attention to learning the other parts of me, tasting my skin, sucking my achy nipples into his mouth until I cry out with desire, I worry I might come apart just from this.
But once he settles between my thighs, kissing my belly and then working his way to my core, that first long, slow lick has me dragging in a heavy breath. My eyes roll closed and I latch onto his hair. The perfect pressure, the leisurely way he explores the most intimate part of me, all of it works together to spin me up, until he presses a finger inside and strokes me once, twice, three times. The tip of his finger hits that swollen spot that's been crying for attention and I can't hold back. I break, gasping out his name, and shivering when he chuckles, the vibration of the sound sending me off on another spiral of pleasure.
I'm barely able to catch my breath, climaxing in rapid succession like that, and I'm sure I can't take any more, but Oren is determined to make this a night to remember.
When I reach for him, he's already undressed and I regret for a second that I was too lost in the heady state to see his clothes come off. His weight, settling over me, on me, is exactly what I need and I groan happily at the feel of him. I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants me, and when our eyes lock, there's no doubting the emotion burning in his eyes. Fast this may be, but it doesn't change how right this feels. I open myself up to him and brace myself, expecting him to push forward.
"We can stop here." He grits out the words, like it costs him to say them, but he manages to continue. "Seeing you orgasmlike that, I could die a happy man. If you want to stop, we can stop."
The sweetness and consideration of this man will never cease to surprise me. I'm already sure of that. "I absolutely do not want to stop. I want this, you, all of you. Inside me. Please." I buck up and he groans. I can feel the moisture leaking from his tip, coating the inside of my thigh, and the proof of how much he wants me, the wet evidence of his desire marking me, lights me on fire.
Still, though, he holds back. "Protection. I want you to be protected." My addled mind catches up and I understand what he's trying to say. "I'm on birth control. Clean bill of health. And I have every confidence you're clean, too. So please, don't make me what any longer. Give me what I need, Oren. Give me you."
He sighs, relief, I think, and then he's there, notched at my entrance. Sliding home, pressing inside me inch by slow, careful inch, and we're both groaning and grasping. Holding on as he strokes in, hitting the end of me, then pulls back, and my toes curl at the feel of him. Gliding in and out, wet sounds loud with every deep dive and pull back, until we've got a rhythm that has us both crying out. Pounding, relentless, perfection.
The climb up the heights of pleasure starts again, and I'm digging my nails into his back as I scream his name. Oren urges me on, speeding up and hitting the end of me with every stroke now, until I go over the edge, my body shaking as he drives himself in deep, holding there as wet heat floods my insides. He's skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, and when he looks down at me, there's a joy in his eyes that I hope to see every single day.
Because that's exactly the way I feel.
He rolls us over, settling onto his back with me on his chest. Strong arms wrap around me, holding me close, and I give in to the security of this man. He holds me close, fingers brushingover the small of my back, and I fall asleep to the sound of his voice.
"I love you, Ayla.”
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
OREN
Summer is just starting, but the mountain looks even more beautiful in bloom this year. I've been hard at work in my free time. The forge in my workshop has been put to task and the result is everything i hoped it would be.
The ring is sparkling, polished to a high sheen, and, I hope, the perfect fit.
I don't know what her first engagement ring looked like. Don't care, really. It doesn't matter.
All that matters is what we have. And I plan to prove that to Ayla tonight.
I hear the crunch of tires on gravel, the slamming of my truck's door, and the footsteps of the woman I love approaching.
I scoop up the ring, hearing the satisfying click as it slides against the matching one in my palm. I turn to face her, and her happy smile she wears makes my heart lift.