Page 22 of His Perfect Woman

In one sweep, her pants and panties were gone—tossed aside. She pulled my shirt up over my head, but I had to take it the rest of the way since I was so much taller than her. Then she set her sights on my belt and pants. Our eyes burned into one another in quick glances between kisses and the removal of clothing.

I shuddered as her hand wrapped around my shaft and began sliding back and forth. There were many things old friends knew about each other that most people didn’t, and somehow that translated into the bedroom without us ever even discussing the details. She had an intrinsic knowledge of all my favorite things to have done to my body. She knew just how to move and when.

We stumbled back until she was pressed against the wall, wrapping one leg around me. She kept stroking me as I dipped my head down to suck her nipples, flicking each one with my tongue.

Suddenly, she stopped.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this in the nursery.” She laughed. “I know it doesn’t look like one yet, but still...it feels weird.”

I smiled and lifted her into my arms, carrying her towards the bedroom. By the time we crashed down onto the bed—she was begging me.

“Please, Lucas,” she whimpered in breathless murmurs.

I pulled back and admired the sight of her, naked and lying beneath me. Her breasts moving up and down as she panted with need. I was already poised in between her legs with my tip teasing her. She smiled as I ran my thumb around her lips. She sucked it into her mouth just as I thrust forward, filling us both with an electric jolt.

I filled her completely as she spread her legs wider, arching up into me.

“Is that good, baby?” I rasped, running one hand around to clench her ass.

She seemed to smirk for a brief second. Was calling her ‘baby’ too much? But it quickly faded away into an all too serious moan of pleasure. I pinned her hands above her head, pulling out and pushing in again—slowly.

Our eyes locked as I moved inside of her. The way she looked up at me and squirmed underneath me...it was overwhelming, pushing both my heart and my cock too close to the edge. This was the second time we’d done this and I still couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

I pulled her legs tighter around me and watched her close her eyes as she angled up towards me, sending me impossibly deep. Each thrust forward filled my whole body with a warm rush, and I could tell she was feeling every ounce of it right along with me.

“I’m getting close, Lucas,” she murmured in her honey-smooth voice that deepened when she was filled with ecstasy. “Fuck me harder.”

“If you keep saying things like that, you’re not going to get a chance to cum before I do,” I warned.

A coy smile spread across her face as she reached up and pulled my lips down to hers. She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, causing my cock to spasm and twitch inside of her clenching muscles.

With her nails dragging down the skin of my back, I picked up my pace—guiding us both closer and closer.

“I’m close,” I whispered into her ear. “But I need to feel you cum first.”

Her cries grew louder, each one more broken than the one before. I pulsated inside of her as our mouths danced in between thrusts—my tongue plunging in between her lips with every pounding motion of my hips. I reached down and caressed her throbbing clit—coaxing her to erupt into primal noises as she writhed against the sheets.

Thrusting harder and deeper, I watched her close her eyes again and toss her head to the side as her whole body tensed and convulsed with release. I loved watching her cum, and I loved being the one to get her there. It was enough to send my own climax ripping through me with a powerful force as I spilled out inside of her.

There was something so erotic about knowing I was pleasing her...and potentially giving her another thing she wanted so badly at the same time. The very thing she had an entire room in her apartment set aside for—just waiting.

“Fuck, Victoria,” I growled against her ear as we tried to recover.

She cradled my head against her chest, gasping for breath as the final shudders rippled through us, with me still half-hard and inside of her.

I could have told her how I felt earlier, or a million times before. I’d had so many opportunities, but I didn’t know if I would ever be able to take that plunge. There was too much at stake and it was far too great of a risk. But if I had to settle for anything—making her cum over and over again and lying there like that with her afterwards was not a bad second place.

When I finally rolled over beside her, we stayed silent for a long time—me just watching her stare up at the ceiling.

I reached out and brushed her cheek. “What are you thinking about?”

“We have to have an engagement party,” she stated.

“What?” I perked up, resting the side of my head on my hand.

“If we’re going to put ourselves on a platform for the company and be a shining, smiling example of what Heartstring has to offer...we really have to play it up, and as publicly as possible. Which means a big engagement party with all the press and wealthy, high society people we know in attendance.”

“Is that what you want?”

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