“Happy birthday,” he whispered.
“It is now that you’re here.”
“Fuck, I missed you.”
“Missed you too.”.
“You fell asleep so fast. What’s under here?” He toyed with the hem of my sleep shirt.
“You’ve forgotten already?”
He dragged my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “Oh, br**sts. Best present ever. Thanks, pumpkin.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m all about the giving on my birthday.” I sucked in a harsh breath as he licked across first one nipple, then the other. They hardened, aching in the best way possible. “Wait till you see what else I’ve got for you.”
“In here? Show me.” His fingers hooked in the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down and off. “Nice. I need a closer look.”
He crawled between my legs, his fingers drifting up and down my thighs featherlight. Torturously slow, he licked a path from the top of my sex up to my sternum. Every part of me he touched tingled. His mouth covered mine and his hand massaged my pu**y, a finger sliding deep inside with ease. “I think you like me.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He laughed. The finger inside me moved and he rubbed at some sweet spot that drove me out of my f**king head. I gasped. My neck arched and my eyes opened wide, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling.
“Christ, Mal.”
“That’s it.” His thumb circled my clit, making my leg muscles tremble. This was going to be fast and hard, no doubt about it. I might have somewhat neglected my orgasms during his absence. My libido had been on vacation. Now, it was back and then some. A hot mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, teasing with tongue.
I moaned and held him to me. “More.”
A second finger joined the first, stretching me slightly, making the contact on my sweet spot so much more effective. My heels dug deep into the mattress. He might just kill me this time, but it would be worth it.
“Tell me you love me,” he said, still toying with my nipple.
“I love you.”
“No you don’t. You’re just saying that ‘cause you want to come.” He rose to look me in the eye with an evil grin. I was done for. “I don’t believe you at all.”
I grabbed his face, mashing our lips together, kissing him hard. Showing him how I felt. Between my legs, his hand never stopped working, driving me out of my mind. Fingers pumped into me again and again. It was almost enough, but not quite. God, the knot building inside of me. So close.
“Do you love me, Anne?” He sat back on his heels, sliding his fingers in and out of me, making the pressure grow.
“Yes.”
From the edge of the bed he grabbed a condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth. “Lots?”
I nodded, fighting for breath.
“Like, lots and lots? Or just a little lots?”
“What?”
With a grin, he rolled on the condom. “How much do you love me? How many lots?”
“Mal …” I couldn’t make sense of the question. My hands fisted in the pillow behind my head.
“See, this is what I mean.” He set his arm beside my head and lowered himself over me. Slowly he slid his fingers out of my sex and lined up his cock. I tried to keep my eyes open, but it was a losing battle. My eyelids drifted down. I was lost to the sensation of his thick length pushing into me, making a permanent place for himself. We fit just right.
“I love you more,” he said. Then his fingers slid around my clit, giving me what I needed, applying the perfect pressure to set me alight. I exploded. The fire inside of me burning out of control. But so long as I held on to him, it was okay. My legs held him tight, my hands anchoring him to me, bound around his neck. The muscles in my pu**y grabbed at his cock, greedy and needing.
And he groaned, pressing his cheek into mine.
I drifted back to reality, awareness returning ever so gradually. Mal started moving, slowly at first, sliding in and out. Little shudders wracked me with each stroke.
“Liar,” I whispered, remembering what he’d said. “I love you more.”
He smiled, thrusting into me. “Prove it.”
I wrapped him up in my legs and arms, bringing his mouth to mine, giving him everything. Trusting him with everything. Because I’d finally found someone who could take both the good and the bad, the sad and the happy. I wanted to do the same for him.
He was being so careful, but there was so much emotion built up inside of him. I could feel it, coursing beneath his skin, raging behind his eyes.
“Harder,” I urged him.
He picked up the pace.
“Stop holding back.”
“Anne …” His jaw was tensed, his green eyes ablaze.
“Do it. Give it to me. I can take it.”
Mal didn’t need any more prompting. He gathered me up against him, our skin slapping as he pounded into me. Our h*ps hit hard, his c**k driving deep into the heart of me. It was like standing in a storm, frightening and beautiful both. I’d never trusted anyone to be this rough before, to take things this far. He hammered into me. His teeth fixed on my neck, marking me, as his hand gripped my ass cheek, holding me to him. The whole of him shuddered against me as he buried himself deep and came. He shouted my name, his mouth still pressed against my skin.
I kept my arms and legs tight around him, making him collapse on top of me. The heavy weight of him pinned me to the bed. I could hold on to him forever.
We lay there in silence. My face was wet where he pressed his cheek against it. His sweat or tears, I don’t know, but he shook for a long time. I petted his hair and stroked his back, running my fingers up and down his spine.
“I love you,” I said. “So much I can’t say.”
He trailed his lips against my jaw. “I believe you.”
EPILOGUE
A month later …
“I’m not sure about this.” I sat on the side of our bed, cuddling Killer. He’d tolerate it for short periods, but the way his butt was wriggling my time was nearly up. Puppies tended to only have two speeds in my limited experience. Stop and go. It wasn’t unusual to find him fast asleep face down in his food bowl now and then after a hard day’s playing.
“What do you want to do?” asked Mal.
“I don’t know.”
He looked around our bedroom, leaning a hip against the end of our brand-new gigantic four-poster bed. Mal had insisted we needed it and gone into great detail regarding plans for its usage. Apparently I was to play the part of the sacrificial lamb, regularly tied down and offered up to the gods of o**l s*x. As a fate, I found this to be not even remotely dire. Also, the bed was a far sturdier structure than the one from my apartment. If and when we decided to do more bed jumping, he assured me this one wouldn’t die on us.