Love Fast

Nothing has ever quite felt so right as saying I love you to Rosey and hearing it back. It’s like when the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle fits into place and you can finally see what the picture is. Everything I’ve done in my life has led up to this moment. I feel so fucking lucky to have found her. I’ve made peace with so much in my past by being here. A big part of that has been seeing Star Falls through Rosey’s eyes. She’s shown me the town through fresh eyes and she’s helped me see how the town sees me.

Meeting Rosey and starting a life with her is only possible because I’ve managed to close a chapter on my past, which means I can finally open a new one.

“I didn’t know if you’d laugh at me,” she says, her breaths coming short and sharp as I pull her pajamas over her head. I can’t get her naked quick enough.

“I’d never laugh at you,” I say, tugging at her pants.

“But turning up in the middle of the night. You might have thought I was crazy.”

I pull my t-shirt over my head. “I was going crazy, thinking about you.”

She sighs, relief rolling off her, and presses her hands to my chest. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Naked, we stand facing each other and pause. This moment feels big. We’re stepping over a line and nothing is going to be the same ever again. But it also feels entirely right.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you,” she replies. “And we’re going to figure it out so we can date. Maybe I can get a job at Twilight Lattes or⁠—”

She stops as I pull her toward me. “We’re going to be together,” I say. “Forever. And we’ll figure it all out. You don’t need to work if you don’t want⁠—”

“I want to work,” she says quickly. “I don’t want to be with you so I don’t have to work.” She looks horrified that I might think such a thing.

“I know,” I say. “I just want you to be happy. With me. I want to give you everything.”

Her eyebrows pull together like she hasn’t got a clue what I’m talking about. “I’m always happy with you.” She says it like no other possibility exists. Like, she could only ever be happy with me. Something within me that’s been churning for years finally settles. She creates a peace in me I never knew I was missing.

I smooth my hands down her back and cup her ass. “I want you,” I huff out.

A small smile curves around her mouth. Then she leads me into the bedroom. I was happy to fuck her bent over the couch, but she’s a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to tell me—to show me. And that’s what I love best about her. She’s found her voice with me. I hope that means I’m as good for her as she is for me.

She sits back on the bed, pulling me over her. I glance down at her, feeling a sense of satisfaction that she’s mine. Finally. And forever. I’ve never been so sure about anything or anyone as I am about Rosey.

She slides her legs up either side of me. I’m so hard, I might explode as soon as my dick hits her wetness.

“Let me taste you,” I say.

She lets out a small sigh in response, threading her fingers through my hair. The sound is like her fist around my dick, it feels so good. I work my way down her body, trailing my tongue over her hot, smooth skin—tasting and sucking, breathing her in. She’s mine now. Every part of her is mine. I chant as I work my way down, “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yes,” she cries out. “I’m all yours.” She’s not giving herself to me because she has to, but because she wants to. I know I’m a lucky man. I’ll spend my life being everything she needs me to be.

I graze her puckered nipples with my teeth, savoring her moans, wanting to shout out loud that I have this woman. Forever.

I work my way down her body with my hands, my mouth. All the focus is supposed to be on her, but every time she moves, blood rushes to my cock. Her hips undulate under my hands as I try and hold her still. The idea of her being so turned on that she can’t keep still fills me with a power even making millions of dollars can’t come close to matching. Giving this woman pleasure is all I need to feel good.

I drag my hands down her thighs and push them open. I groan at the sight. She’s so wet, she’s glistening, like her pussy is flirting with me, inviting me in. I dive in, sliding my tongue through her folds. She’s slippery, like just the thought of me tasting her sends her body into overdrive. She’s hot and drenched. I want it all.

I eat her up like I’m starved, like I can’t get enough—I’m greedy. We have forever, but I want to be all over her now, now, now. Her muscles tighten underneath me far too quickly. I want to feast for hours. She comes on my tongue, chanting my name.

I’ve been successful a long time in this world, but now, with Rosey under me, I feel invincible. The money and the power fade into the background. All that matters is her. Being here, in this tiny cabin on the edge of the prettiest town in the world with her, is the most important place I could ever be.

She sinks into the mattress and I crawl up the bed so I’m next to her. She reaches for me immediately, like she’s trying to get closer. Her hands snake down my body and she grips my cock.

“Rosey,” I say on a sigh.

“I’m shaking, I want you so much. I just came and all I can think about is how much I want more. I want you endlessly and forever.” She looks at me, panic in her expression.

“You have me,” I say, smoothing my hand up her side.

She nods, reassuring herself. “Yeah.”

She kneels beside me and takes me deep in her throat, right to the back, rocking back and forward, getting deeper and deeper with each movement. I think I might have died right then, it feels so fucking blissful. I fist my hands and let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, Rosey.” But I want more too. Just like she does.

As she releases me, I reach for her and encourage her to shift so she’s over me, her pussy over my face, my dick in her mouth.

Fuck, now this is something I’m never going to recover from. The taste of her on my tongue and her swallowing my cock. I reach around her, pulling her ass down, so I can get deeper. She whimpers at the flick of my tongue and the sound vibrates around my shaft. Jesus fucking Christ, how did I ever think I could give her up? It’s pleasure times infinity and I swear to god, if I’m still alive in the morning, I’m going to wake up a different man.

A changed man.

She’s mine, but I’m hers.

We’re all tongues and fingers and mouths. Giving, taking, pushing, pulling. It’s desperate and needy and erotic, and I’ve never felt so close to anyone as I do to Rosey right now. Our bodies fit, and so do our minds and souls.

Her moans are needy around my cock, the reverberations pushing pleasure from her into me. I pull her over my mouth and I reach deeper with my tongue and fingers—everywhere. I feel the start of herclimax crawl up her body, and it unleashes something in me and we come, desperate, panting, together.

But it’s still not enough. I need to be inside her.

I grab a condom from my table, roll it on to my hard cock, flip Rosey to her back and plow into her without warning. It’s urgent. Desperate. Maybe I’m claiming her. Maybe I’ve just missed this. Maybe it will always be like this between us.

“Yes,” she cries out as I slam into her. It’s hard and fast and merciless.noveldrama

“You like that?” I know she does, but I want to hear it.

She nods, effusive, like she’s worried I might stop if she’s not clear. “I like asking you for what I want, but I like you taking what you want too,” she pants out. “Because I want what you want.”

I tense my jaw and I push against her tight walls. “I know,” I say. “I want what you want too.”

We’re perfectly in balance.

Sweat sheens my body and I brace up on my arms. I want to watch her. Watch what I do to her. See how defenseless she is when she’s like this. How defenseless she allows herself to be because she feels safe. She is safe with me. I’m here to protect her. To love her. To fuck her.

I press her thighs wider, desperate to get deeper, wanting to mark her, to fill her. I want to fuck myself into her. I want to come inside her, to have her full of me.

I’ve never had this feeling before—like an underlying knowledge that we’re at the start of a journey that will last longer than either of us. We’re just at the start of us, and whatever we’ll become.

“I love you,” she whispers, like she can hear every thought.

I slam into her again and she screams. I hold her still, keeping her in place so I can drive deeper and deeper.

Her head tips back and the convulsions of her climax shimmer over her body, but I keep fucking, keep pushing into her, until I erupt, my orgasm rolling through me like a tornado.

I collapse on top of her and she wraps her limbs around me like she’s worried I might leave.

There’s no chance of that. I’ll never go anywhere without her. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

I push myself up and realize she’s shaking underneath me.

“You okay?” I ask her.

Her breaths are still coming short and fast, but she nods. “It’s just a lot. It’s intense. I love you so much and you make me feel so much, even when you’re not fucking me. And when you are…” Her eyelids flutter open and closed. “It’s perfect.”

I growl and pull her into my arms. “You’re perfect.”

“We’re perfect,” she says, and I press a kiss to the top of her head.

Star Falls. The Colorado Club. It all led here. And this is perfect.