Page 112 of Shelter from the Storm

“Our life together is going to be a long one, and very, very good, kitten. I promise.”

“A long one. Does that mean you know where we’ll be in fifty years?”

He winked. “Of course I do. We’re going to be lying in front of the fireplace in our cabin, just like this, talking about how lucky we were to spend the holiday with our children and grandchildren.”

“You do realize we’ll be eighty-four and seventy-four in fifty years. Who’s going to get us up off the floor?”

Theo laughed. “Good point. We’ll have that conversation in bed. And then, we’ll make love.”

As he spoke, Theo slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down until she was able to kick them off completely. Then, he removed her bra, bending to worship her perfect nipples, which were hard and tight and begging to be sucked.

Gretchen’s hands grasped his hair as he sucked and squeezed her gorgeous breasts.

“Yes,” she breathed, her head thrown back, her back arched to allow him better access. She was a huge fan of breast play, which suited him perfectly, because he was a tit man and more than willing to spend hours with hers.

Gretchen broke away first, using her grip on his hair to pull him off with a pop. “Want you.”

Theo would never get sick of hearing those words. Lifting his ass, he drew down his boxer briefs, the head of his cock weeping with precome.

One of these days, he swore to himself, he’d manage to work up some level of stamina with Gretchen. God only knew when that would be, though, because every stroke of her fingers, every kiss from her lips, every moan from her throat turned him right the fuck on.

The moment his cock was free, Gretchen was there, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, gripping it firmly as she drew her hand up and down, dragging him into the danger zone within minutes.

Tugging her hand away with a firm grasp of her wrist, he pushed her to her back, coming over her.

Gretchen spread her legs wide so that he could settle between.

“Come inside me,” she whispered.

He leaned down to kiss her. However, this time, it was no gentle or quick peck. His lips took what they wanted, demanded her acquiescence.

The head of his cock nudged against her opening, and she pulled away, gasping.

“How do you want it?” he whispered in her ear.

“What?”

“Fast and hard or slow and easy. Your choice, kitten.”

She closed her eyes, and she shivered as she responded, “Fast, hard.”

He groaned at her request. “God, yes.”

Clearly, she’d expected him to thrust in as she’d requested, so she was surprised by his steady, slow entrance.

Her eyes opened, questioning.

“I’m going to give you what you want, but first, I’m going to savor this. You’re so hot, so tight, so perfect.”

“And you’re my dream come true.”

Theo’s heart flooded with warmth at her words. Her admission spoke directly to his heart and his soul, and he fell even deeper in love with her.

Once he was fully seated, he paused and looked at her. “Love you,” he murmured.

“Love you too.”

He pulled his cock out until only the head remained lodged in her tight grip. Then he set them free. Theo pushed into her, but this time, he didn’t stop. Over and over, he moved inside her, the pace gloriously strong and fast and hard.

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