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Our skin slapped together in the silence of the room, her pussy soaked my cock exactly the way I liked, and her honey-apple scent swirled around me as I took what was mine.

“You’re it for me, Olive Monroe. You’re the only one I’ll have forever. The only one for me.”

Her mewls of pleasure filled the air. “I want that. I do. It might be wrong, but I do.”

“Can’t be wrong when it feels this right.” I groaned as I slid my cock slow this time out of her so she could feel how I stretched her, and how empty she would feel without me in her.

She gasped as I did, and when I stopped for just a moment, with only my tip touching her entrance, she whined, “Please. I need you in me again. Now.”

“Do you?” I leaned forward and raised her sports bra above her tits so I could roll them into my hands.

She gasped. “Oh my God. It feels too good. Dimitri, they… I need you to fuck me when you do that.”

“Honeybee, these tits feel so good in my hands right now. Maybe I’ll take some time to just play with them.”

She whimpered as I rolled the nipples in between my fingers. “I’m going to orgasm. I can’t take it. Please, screw me now.”

I didn’t give her my cock, but I did slide one hand down to brush over her clit. Her pussy was dripping so much arousal that my fingers slid fast against it as I rolled one nipple and her clit at the same rhythm.

“I’m so sensitive. I don’t know why.” She sounded almost in pain, but I knew it was because she was holding back feeling that pleasure.

“Take your orgasm, Olive. I want to see you unravel. Let go onyourstairs, inyourhouse, withyourfuture husband. Let go for me, Honeybee.”

She did. She threw her head back, and I saw the woman I loved give in for me. She gave in to the vulnerability she didn’t want to embrace, and she gave in to us even when she was scared. I hoped she’d do it again even when it was outside of the sex we were having.

I shifted my hips so I could rub our arousal over her clit now as she came down from her high. She shivered with the sensation. “I’m good, Dimitri. Just take what you want now.”

“No,” I told her. “You’re not done. You’ll be even better in a second, Honeybee.”

“I don’t think I can—”

“You’ll take another orgasm. You know why?”

She was shaking, her skin shimmering, her breath coming fast, but her back arched into me again as she said, “Tell me why.”

“You do need me. Just like I need you. Don’t forget that, Olive. We need each other. We always will.”

Then I reared back only to thrust into her again. Hard. I reached around to pinch her clit too, to give her every sensationshe needed right then. She met me thrust for thrust, and then we both climbed toward another high, her pussy squeezing my dick like she never wanted me to leave the inside of her.

I didn’t want to leave either. This woman was my home, and I intended to make her see that as I roared that she was mine again, rocking into her with all I had this time and emptying my seed into her. Her pussy was still pulsing, like it was milking the last of my come into her, and I held myself inside her, hoping every drop of it stayed in.

I took my time sliding from her, careful with how sensitive we both were. I then scooped her up, wanting to make sure we went downstairs instead of up. “I should screw you again in our bed just so we’re clear that all I want is you, day in and day out.”

I set her on the bed, and she smiled lazily at me before she spread her legs. “Do it then, Dimitri Hardy. Make me believe it.”

I wasn’t about to disappoint her. Like I said, she was the one in charge, not me.

Chapter Forty

OLIVE

Dimitri wentto finish the lawn in the backyard in a black T-shirt and gym shorts, completely satisfied with how he’d had his way with me. I couldn’t really complain. Other than the fact I made sure he had a shirt over that chest of his before he went out back.

I only had our soft bedsheet wrapped around me when I heard a knock at the door and saw Jameson standing on the porch from out the window.

I padded down the hall and glanced back at Dimitri still mowing, before I hurried to the door. “What’s going on?”

“I was going to discuss this at lunch with you, but it seems it can’t wait after the text I got. And you’re going to have to decide what you want Dimitri to know too.” His eyes glanced behind me.