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.