Page 59 of A Love Like Pumpkin Spice
“Yes.” She nods vehemently. “And I got tested before I moved here.”
“Same. All good.” I whisper, adding a second finger. She throws her head back again, her wet hair cascading over her naked skin like a waterfall as she lets out a deep moan when I crook my fingers the tiniest bit, hitting just the right spot.
“Oh fuck, yes. Right there,” she says breathlessly, and I make a mental note as I remove my fingers and line myself up with her entrance. She sinks down on my cock, bit by bit, and I reach up to palm her breast.
“God, the way you take me—” I can’t take my eyes off where we’re now joined. “Like you were made for me.” She moans and takes another inch of me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”
Once she’s taken all of me, she stills, getting used to my cock. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”
“I aim to please,” she says, her voice strained, and shoots me a wink. Fuck, this woman.
And when she starts moving, all I can see are fireworks behind my eyes. Every time she takes me again, I swear she’s bringing me closer to heaven.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I curse, making her giggle. “You feel so fucking good I can’t think straight.”
“That’s kind of the point,” she murmurs and goes for it in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscenely loud in this otherwise silent room.
“If you keep this up, I’m proposing by breakfast.”
She laughs, her breath hitching. “Nice. I love my coffee with commitment.”
“Done,” I groan when she chuckles yet again, tightening around me. “Let me get a ring and pumpkin spice syrup to sweeten the deal.”
“Already pretty dang sweet if you ask me.”
I find her clit, circling it while she rides me, trying to bring her higher. Her moans turning desperate, breathier, and suddenly, I can’t take it anymore. I grip her hips, meeting her thrusts with vigor.
“God, you don’t know what you do to me,” I say through gritted teeth as I fuck her from below.
“Almost there,” she moans and before I know it, her walls tighten around my cock, her whole body trembling as her release washes over her.
“Henry!” Hell, my name has never sounded sweeter from her lips.
And that’s all it takes. Her moaning my name, her walls tightening around me, and the knowledge she’s mine. They combine forces to form an orgasm more intense than I could have imagined. And when she collapses on me, heavy breath feathering against my wet skin, I hold on to her as if I might wake up from a dream, and she might slip away.
“You’re stunning like this,” I tell her with a grin, once I catch my breath, swiping a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “So messy. So mine.”
“All yours,” she whispers and presses her lips against mine. “So fucking yours. Don’t you forget it.”
“Never,” I whisper and drop a kiss on her forehead. She’s never getting rid of me.
Chapter 23
Nic
“I can’t believe you’re taking your cat on a walk.” Lauren nods at my bag with a giggle, but I shrug.
“Cinnamon lived outside before she came to me.” My hand finds the little creature’s head for a quick pet. “I can’t just suddenly deprive her of it.”
“Wouldn’t she walk then?”
“What can I say?” I say, chuckling and hugging the bag with Cinnamon to my chest. “I tried to get her to, but she’s a lazy little lady.”
Cinnamon has turned into the biggest cuddle bug. When I unlock my door, she’s already waiting behind it, meowing incessantly with a look that says,“How dare you leave me alone with the child for this long?”She immediately rubs herself against my legs until I’ve shimmied out of my shoes without losing my balance and scoop her up and cradle her to my chest.
Pumpkin couldn’t care less. She’s happy whether I’m there or not. Some days, I’m not sure she even knows the difference. Her gaze is always so vacant. I wouldn’t be surprised if she forgot about my existence when I’m not in the same room as her for more than ten minutes.
“Lazy and calm,” Lauren points out. “She’s really imprinted on you, hasn’t she?”
