Page 78 of From That Moment

I lay her on my tile floor, slid my hands under her ass, and began to lick, blowing cool air on her clit, eating her out exactly like I had told her I would when we were on the phone together in the shower this morning.

She arched under me, her hands on her breasts. When she came, I sucked at her orgasm, lapping up her juices before crawling over her, kissing her again, and rolling us both so I was on my back, and she was over me.

“On me,” I growled.

“It’s about time,” she whispered.

I reached for the condom that I had set out in the kitchen earlier in hopes this might happen and rolled it down my length. Then she sank down on me, her pussy clenching my cock. She rocked her hips, moving achingly slow on my dick, riding me until both of us were screaming and panting. I arched up into her, slamming into her hard, over and over again, her breasts bouncing as I did. And then she leaned forward, palms next to my head, kissing me hard. I reached up, gripped her breasts, molding the mounds, pinching the nipples, needing to touch her. I needed everything from her. I moved my hands back down to her ass, spreading her cheeks so I could thrust deeper, fucking her hard in my kitchen. We both shouted, our mouths on each other as we came.

I rolled to the side, my cock still deep inside her as I looked down at her. We grinned, both of us laughing.

“I thought I said you had to feed me first,” she teased, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

“I didn’t stick my dick in your mouth. So, technically, you haven’t eaten dick.”

“Should I make the joke that my pussy has, or have we reached a whole new level?”

We both laughed again, my dick twitching inside of her. I sank down, my forehead on her shoulder as I laughed. I never thought I could feel this bliss.

This was what love was. Awkward moments, kitchen floor sex, and laughing while you were still hard and deep inside the woman you loved.

And I fucking loved it.

We cleaned up, both of us taking quick showers separately because we were both starving. Then we drank mimosas and ate a decently done frittata in my living room, and I simply smiled at her, watching the way she moved.

“What is with you?” she asked, giving me a weird look.

I shook myself out of my reverie. “Just looking at you. You’re pretty hot.”

I wasn’t ready to tell her that I loved her. I was barely getting used to the idea myself.

“You’re pretty hot, too. Thank you for putting on the rest of your clothes, because you in jeans is just as hot as you in sweatpants. Though it takes more work for me to get to your dick, and I needed to eat real food first.”

I choked out another laugh. “Thanks for that.” I let out a breath, setting my plate and glass down on the table. “I have something to give you.” She opened her mouth to say something, and I shook my head. “Nothing dirty. I promise. It’s something I’ve wanted to talk to you about. If it’s too quick, though, you can say something. And you can give it back, and we won’t talk about it again. Only…I wanted to tell you.”

She went sheet-white for a second, and I thought I had messed up.

Instead, she smiled and gave me a weird look.

“What are you doing, Prior?”

I reached into my jeans’ pocket, and her eyes widened for a minute. I was relieved I hadn’t put the key in a box like I had originally planned. I’d thought a little present would work, but that would look way too much like a ring when neither of us was ready for that.

“I got you a key to my house,” I said.

Her eyes widened even further.

“If it’s too soon, you can tell me to forget it. I’m over at your house, you are over here enough that I figured…why not? We can figure out exactly what it means together over time. Still, you have a drawer here and a toothbrush, mostly because we are both practical, and carrying a bag in and out of the house every day is ridiculous. Anyway, I wanted you to have it.”

Paris bit her lip, and I was afraid I had fucked up. Instead, she reached down for her purse and pulled out a little fabric bag.

“Here,” she said, handing over the little cloth pouch.

I looked down at it, then loosened the little ribbon and laughed.

“I’ll be damned,” I said. “You wrapped yours.”

“I’ve had it in my purse for three days, and I had no idea what to do with it. I’m glad you did it first because this was scary.”