Page 11 of His Promise

“Yes, I can’t concentrate. The things you did to me were so good.”

“I’m going to do them all again,” I promise.

She wraps her legs around my shoulders and raises to meet my hungry mouth. When she bucks against me and cries out, I know there’s no getting her out of my system. She’s the only woman I want.

I slowly move away from her swollen clit and smile up at her. “I’m going to fuck you now. I need to be inside this pussy.” I sink my fingers into her. “I need to make this body of yours mine.”

“Already is.” She grabs for my cock, and I rise to settle between her legs, looking down at her beautiful body.

“I’m the only man who’s ever been inside your sweet little pussy,” I say. I want to demand that I’ll be the only one forever, but she distracts me with a tight squeeze of her fingers, guiding me toward her slippery opening.

“You’re the only one I want,” she tells me urgently.

It knocks me for a loop, how much I need her, and I shove deep inside her tight channel, famished for the feel of her body. I’m so starved, all I can think about is coming hard with the feel of her pulsing around my cock. I fuck her fast and rough, finding her clit with my fingers.

“Come for me,” I command. “Let me feel how tight your little pussy can squeeze my cock.”

Her scream is instant, her orgasm rocking me as she bucks and digs her fingers into my shoulders. I finish off with a shout, filling her with my seed until I’m spent. I fall onto her, barely registering anything except her heat wrapped around me.

“That was intense,” she says. We untangle ourselves, and she rests against me, still breathing heavily.

I pull her closer. “I love you, Maci.”

She hides her face against my shoulder, but I can feel her smile. “I love you, too.”

“Good answer,” I say, moving to kiss her.

Epilogue

Maci

10 years later …

I sink into my favorite chair after getting home from another hectic day as CEO of the wellness company I started four years ago, after finally completing my master’s degree. I’m so exhausted today that it feels like my bones are made of oatmeal; I only remember that it’s my birthday now that I have time to check my personal messages and see the slew of well wishes from friends and family. Wren even sent me a video of her kids singing happy birthday, and my heart aches from how cute they are.

I look around the house, expecting to see evidence of some surprise. Gage always makes such a big deal about my birthday, even though I myself forget it half the time, but there’s doesn’t seem to be anything amiss, at least in this room. It’s just me and the chair and the shelves of books we’ve accumulated over the years. Honestly, he’s been even busier than me the last few weeks; his own company is in the midst of a merger that promises to help both companies serve more people more effectively. That he’s forgone his annual birthday celebration for me means that he’s giving it his full attention, and the thought makes my heart swell with affection. I’m so proud him and how he pours himself into everything.

I doze off in my cushy chair for a while, only to wake up to my husband’s feathery kisses along my jaw, just the way he knows I love. I wrap my arms around him, energized by the power nap, and kiss him back. I’m determined not to bring up my birthday and make him feel bad. He’s been working so hard, and it’s not like twenty-eight is a big milestone or anything. He pulls me out of the chair, and I see suitcases in the hall over his shoulder.

“Do you have to go back overseas for the merger?” I groan. It’s bad enough he forgot, but I don’t even get to spend the night with him?

“No,” he says, a mischievous smile curling his lips. “The merger is a done deal.”

I shout with happiness and throw myself into his arms to congratulate him. With a laugh, he whirls me around and plops me down near the doorway. “These are for your surprise birthday trip to Honolulu.”

At first, I shriek with happiness. I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, and now he’s making it happen. But then, I wilt. “I don’t know how I can possibly swing it with my schedule right now,” I say.

“I’ve been working with your assistant on this top-secret mission for weeks,” he says with a grin. “I know you love a good secret mission, so we made it happen. The next ten days are completely free and belong to me, gorgeous. Just sun and sand and—” He grabs me and pulls me close, his hands curling around my backside as his tongue swipes between my lips. “Lots of this,” he murmurs against my mouth.

The idea is so intoxicating, I push him down and back onto the floor and start pulling at his clothes. “I thought you forgot because you were so busy,” I admit.

He grabs my hands and keeps me from opening any more shirt buttons. “I’d never forget my wife’s birthday,” he says, offended. Then he laughs as I keep reaching for his shirt. “We don’t have much time. We need to get to the airport.”

“We can join the mile high club too, then,” I say, straddling him and grinding against his hard cock. “I need this now.”

“It’s your birthday, baby.”

“Damn right.” I say.

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