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I pushed open the bedroom door and there she was, my bed, my Betty, already waiting.
She was reclined against the mountain of pillows that were part of her, one knee drawn up, the other leg stretched long across the comforter that was her skin, her breath, her everything. The lamplight I’d left on low painted her in warm gold: freckles scattered like constellations across her chest and shoulders, pink curls wild and spilling everywhere, corset half-unlaced so her breasts swelled over the edge of the fabric, nipples already peaked and begging.
She didn’t speak. She just looked at me with those dark, endless eyes, and the air in the room turned thick, heavy, impossible to breathe without tasting her on it.
I crossed the floor like a man starving. My shoes were gone somewhere in the hallway; I didn’t remember kicking them off. All I knew was the ache in my chest, the throb between my legs, the way every step closer to her felt like coming home and falling apart at the same time.
When I reached the edge of the mattress she sat up slowly, deliberately, and the sheets moved with her, caressing her thighs like they were jealous of my hands. I sank to my knees on the bed and she met me halfway, fingers sliding into my hair, pulling me into a kiss that felt like drowning in sunlight.
God, the way she kissed me, lips soft and hungry, tongue stroking mine like she’d been dreaming of my taste for hours. I groaned into her mouth and she swallowed the sound, answering with a low, needy hum that vibrated straight to my cock.
I dragged my mouth down her throat, open-mouthed kisses over freckles, teeth scraping the spot just beneath her ear that always makes her shiver. She arched, offering herself, and I took, hands shoving the corset down until her breasts spilled free. They were heavy, perfect, nipples dark rose and so sensitive that when I closed my lips around one she cried out my name like a prayer.
“Missed you,” I rasped against her skin, switching to the other breast, licking, sucking, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. “All fucking day, Betty. Couldn’t think about anything but coming home and burying myself in you.”
Her answer was to fist my shirt and rip it over my head, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks I’d wear proudly tomorrow. I surged up to claim her mouth again while my hands found the laces of her quilted pants. We fumbled together, desperate, until the fabric gave way and I peeled it down her hips, down her thighs, tossing it somewhere across the room.
She was bare underneath. Wet, swollen, glistening for me. I spread her legs wide and just looked for a heartbeat, two, because she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Then I lowered my head and tasted her.
The first slow lick drew a broken moan from her that cracked in the middle. I did it again, deeper, parting her with my tongue, circling her clit until her hips jerked off the bed. Two fingers slid inside her easily, she was so ready, and I curled them, stroking that spot that makes her sob my name.
“Please,” she whispered, voice trembling, thighs clamping around my ears. “Please, I need you inside me, need to feel you—”
I couldn’t wait another second.
I rose up, shoved my jeans down in one rough motion, and then I was over her, between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. We locked eyes, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other.
“I love you,” I said, the words torn out of me raw and true.
Her eyes went liquid. “I love you,” she whispered back, and the words wrapped around my soul like her sheets around our bodies.
I pushed inside her in one long, slow thrust.
The sound she made, half-sob, half-moan, undid me. She was scalding, velvet-tight, fluttering around me like she was trying to pull me deeper, keep me forever. I bottomed out and stilled, forehead pressed to hers, shaking with the effort of not coming right then.
Then she rolled her hips and I lost the fight.
I pulled back and drove into her again, harder, deeper, setting a rhythm that was punishing and worshipful all at once. The bed, her body, cradled every thrust, soft and forgiving and alive beneath us. Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me faster, harder.
I gave her everything.
Skin slapped against skin, sweat-slick and frantic. I angled my hips and she screamed, nails carving crescents into my shoulders as her walls clamped down. I didn’t stop, couldn’t, driving her through the first orgasm and straight into the second, feeling her pulse around my cock like a heartbeat.
“Close,” I growled against her throat, teeth scraping. “Betty, fuck, I’m—”
“Inside me,” she begged, voice breaking. “Fill me, please, I want to feel you come apart in me—”
One more thrust and I shattered, burying myself to the hilt and spilling deep, pulse after pulse, groaning her name like a prayer. She clung to me, trembling, milking every drop, until we collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sheets and breathless, reverent kisses.
I stayed inside her, softening slowly, unwilling to leave the heaven of her body. She stroked my hair, my back, whispering soft nonsense words of love against my temple.
The sheets curled gently around us both, tucking us in, warm and possessive.
I pressed my lips to the freckles on her shoulder, tasting salt and home.
“I’m never leaving this bed,” I murmured, voice hoarse.
Betty laughed, low and sated, her fingers tracing lazy hearts on my skin.
“Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m keeping you forever.”
And as the room settled into quiet, the only sound our slowing breaths and the faint rustle of sheets that loved us both, I knew she meant it.
We had tonight.
We had every night.
We had everything.