Page 53 of With You

EPILOGUE

ROE

“If you move, I’ll have to stop.”

My balls were drawn up tight against my body and even though Sam had taken her mouth off my dick, it didn’t change the tingling sensation that alerted me I was close to coming. She’d been licking and sucking and moaning around my length off and on for what felt like an eternity. Any time I tried to touch her she’d bat my hand away and threaten to stop.

“You’re a cruel woman, torturing an injured man like this.” I pointed to the bandage still covering part of my abs. I wasn’t in all that much pain anymore but Sam was getting off on being the dirty nurse right now and hell if I was going to ruin the fantasy for her.

“Poor baby, let me make that better for you.” She took me back into her mouth, not stopping until I was hitting the back of her throat, sucking me in just the right way until I spilled every drop of come down her throat.

“Holy shit, kitten, that was incredible. You’re amazing. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She smiled up at me from her position between my legs, looking sultry and triumphant, then she giggled. It was a sound that I was hearing more and more from her and I loved it. The sound of her being truly happy. God, she was fucking beautiful like this. No walls between us, nothing but love and trust.

She stood up and her glistening pussy was right there. Black lace cupped her perfect tits and a matching triangle below teased me with glimpses of my favorite place. I leaned forward, burying my nose against the soft fabric and inhaling the scent of her, making my mouth water.

Sam’s fingers ran through my hair and my tongue darted forward on its own, needing to taste her. The grip on my hair tightened but she didn’t stop me from pulling the lace to the side and burying my tongue in her folds. Fuck, she was soaked, completely turned on by what she’d just done to me. No way was I leaving my girl needy.

I ran my hands up her outer thighs, goosebumps forming on the soft skin. Then I parted her lips with my thumbs so that my tongue could reach all of her.

“Roe,” she gasped, her hips moving in rhythm with my tongue. I’d be kinder to her than she was to me. There was no way either of us were patient enough to draw this out.

I slipped two fingers inside her and started stroking that sensitive bit of flesh that would help her come. My scalp stung as she gripped and pulled at the strands of hair in her fists.

Her hips jerked quickly and she cried out, her release soaking my fingers and slipping down my throat. So. Damn. Sexy. When her legs trembled, I slowly removed my fingers and rested my head against her flat stomach. Sam’s hands turned soothing again as she ran them over my head.

“Marry me,” I said, already knowing what her answer would be.

“Not yet.” Though it was the answer I expected, I still growled in frustration.

“One of these days you’re going to say yes and surprise us both.” I looked up at her smiling face.

“Hmm, we’ll see.” She turned away from me and I groaned at the sway of her ass, a thin string peeking out of the top. I wanted to grab her, bite each cheek until she had my marks all over her.

My cock twitched again even though she’d just gotten me off. It wanted to plunge deep in her pussy and ride her hard. But every time that I tried to she danced out of my grasp, insisting I wasn’t well enough yet.

I grabbed the string cheese and apple juice that I’d been snacking on before she’d sauntered in like a fucking wet dream. When Sam returned, covered fully in leggings and an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt, I narrowed my eyes, hating every inch of fabric that hid her soft skin from my view.

“What’s with the grumpy face? And you know you eat like a toddler, right?”

“Excuse you, this is full of protein and considered a very healthy snack according to the American Academy of Pediatrics. And I’m grumpy because you aren’t currently bouncing up and down on my dick.

Sam’s mouth hung open and I smirked, closing her jaw with one finger.

“You’re ridiculous,” she snuggled into my uninjured side and I held her close.

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“What do you want for dinner tonight, spaghetti or lasagna?” I held up the two different boxes of noodles for her consideration.

“How about grilled chicken and a mixed green salad?”

“Ew, woman, I’m recovering. I need real food, something that will stick to my ribs and give me strength.” I pretended to curl the boxes of pasta like they were fifty-pound weights.

“Uh huh, well in that case how about we get both and we can freeze the lasagna for later in the week.”

“Yes! God, I love you. We make such a good team; we should probably get married.” I waggled my eyebrows at her and got the usual eye roll.

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