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twenty-nine

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Viv

“Brody,” I announce when we get back to the hotel. “You need to clear out.”

He pouts. “You can’t kick me out of my own room.”

“You don’t get to watch this.” Tony glares at him, his arm slung around my waist. “Now leave.”

Brody grins as he pretends to grumble. I’m sure he’s off to visit his girlfriend and do the exact same thing we’re about to do.

Once the door closes behind him, Tony flips the deadbolt, then pulls me back into his arms.

“Say it again.” His eyes are trained on mine.

“I love you.” I wind my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“Fuck, Vivienne.” His voice is hoarse. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Show me.”

Walking backward, I pull him with me toward the bed. He reaches for the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my shoulders unceremoniously, then slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my leggings. His eyes meet mine for consent and, when I nod, he pulls the spandex over my hips and down my thighs. I help kick them off until I’m left in my bra and underwear, his piercing gaze burning me from within.

Tony settles between my legs. He kisses my fabric-covered pussy, his tongue telling me exactly what he wants to do with me.

But he doesn’t take off my panties. I arch beneath his touch, desperate for more. He doesn’t hurry up.

Taking matters into my own hands, I shove the fabric off my hips. He helps pull the scrap of satin down my legs, leaving a kiss on the inside of my knee. Finally , he touches me. He flings my underwear over his shoulder before he dives in and licks me.

I let out a stuttered moan. My hands find his hair almost on instinct, running my fingers through the silky strands.

We’ve done this enough that he knows exactly what I like, what I need. The rough scrape of his stubble on the inside of my thighs makes me shiver. I’m sure I’ll be walking funny later. Totally worth it.

Tony slides two fingers inside of me, the unexpected stretch making me arch my back as I adjust. I want more. I need more. He withdraws and then thrusts his fingers inside, the glide made smooth by my natural wetness, as he continues to lick and suck on my clit. The steady pressure and suction of his mouth combined with the rhythm of his fingers make everything inside of me coil tight like a spring.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I ride his face. He makes an appreciative hum, the vibration reverberating through me. It doesn’t take long for me to reach the peak, and as he shows me exactly how much he loves me, I vow to do the same for him. Always.

I barely have time to gasp before the orgasm hits me. As pleasure courses through my veins, a pleasant warmth floods my system, warring with the natural oxytocin.

He loves me. I’m not too much for him. He loves me exactly as I am.

And that feels fucking magical .

Tony pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean. I fucking whimper as my blood heats. His eyes darken as he smirks at me like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, I pull him up the bed until he’s on top of me. He pulls me into his arms, his hard cock nudging the inside of my thigh. He makes no effort to move things along. He’s learned I need some cuddling time before I’m ready to continue.

My hand cups his cheek as I kiss him. The taste of me on his lips makes me clench around the emptiness deep within me. My hips rock against his involuntarily, the slight friction of his body hair a tease against my sensitive skin.

“Shit.” Tony goes tense.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have any condoms.”

Right. He was going on a three-week work trip. It’s probably a good thing he didn’t pack any. There would never be a situation where he would need them.

My face falls. “I didn’t think to bring any.”

I know I should have been more prepared, but when I booked the first flight out of town, I threw a few things into a backpack and hopped on the plane. I didn’t plan .

My stomach twists. “We could…”

“It’s okay,” he says, pulling me close. “There are plenty of other ways I can get you off.”

“Or… We could skip them.” My stomach swoops. “We’ve both got our test results back. I’m on birth control. It’s not…”

His eyes darken. “You’d go without? With me?”

“I want to feel you. All of you.”

I’ve never risked going without a condom before. My periods have always been irregular. I’ve been on birth control forever, starting the medication years before I became sexually active to help regulate things. Condoms protect against more than just unexpected pregnancy. Even seeing a partner’s test results didn’t make me feel comfortable.

Until now, I’ve never felt truly safe in a relationship. There’s always been a power imbalance. My star has always shined brighter and that meant my ex-partners would try to overcompensate. It didn’t leave me feeling good about myself. There’s a reason none of those relationships worked out.

He doesn’t care about that. He doesn’t care that I’m in the spotlight and doesn’t try to steal that spotlight for himself. He doesn’t want to use me to prop himself up. And he doesn’t have an interest in one-upping me in any way.

He respects me, period. I’ve never had that before. I didn’t really believe it was possible—until now.

Tony threads his fingers through my hair, kissing me roughly. The heat in his kiss makes me light up inside. Warmth builds in my chest as I wrap my arms more tightly around him. His muscles flex and bulge beneath his tattoos, making the designs ripple.

I could spend hours cataloguing the fine lines and colors of the ink. One day, I’ll ask him to tell me the story behind each one, when he got them, the meaning behind them. One day, I’ll know everything there is to know about him.

And where before, that might have scared me… Now, I’m ready for it. I want to know everything.

My hands slide down his back to his ass, my fingers digging into the firm flesh. One day, we’ll have to see whose ass is better. My thighs are probably stronger than his, but his arm muscles put mine to shame. He can’t tackle though, and there’s no way I could do one twist or flip, much less as many as he does. There’s a reason we’re better at different things. If we were exactly the same, it wouldn’t be half as much fun.

When Tony kisses that spot beneath the hinge of my jaw, I melt into a puddle in his arms. He smiles against my skin and his cock nudges the inside of my thigh again.

“You’re sure about this?” His voice is gravelly, as rough as sandpaper.

Nodding, I make sure to meet his eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He pulls back slightly, working a hand between us until the head of his cock is at my entrance. I prop myself up on my elbow so I can watch as he slides bare inside of me.

The thick, blunt head is shiny with pre-cum, and as I stretch around him with nothing between us, the heat of him lights me up from inside.

Tony’s eyes flutter shut and he has to work to keep them open. I cup his cheek, the rough scrape of his stubble on my palm grounding me.

He snaps his hips forward, filling me in one fluid thrust, and now it’s my eyes rolling back in my head. Letting out a soft grunt, he drops down again until our torsos are touching, my breasts pressed to his chest.

“I love you,” he murmurs into my ear.

Automatically, I clench around him, and he groans.

“I love that too,” he says, laughter in his voice. He gives an experimental thrust of his hips, the smooth glide of his cock sending pleasure through me. “But I love you more.”

“I love you more,” I counter, my hips rocking against his. I’ve said the words before, but I’ve never meant them so wholeheartedly. Before, it might have been puppy love. Now I know what true love feels like. I know what I stand to lose. I don’t ever want to live without him.

He fucks me slowly, like he needs to commit this to memory as much as I do. His kiss tells me all the ways he’s going to love me.

Grabbing hold of his hand, I lace our fingers together. Somehow, it feels even more intimate than his bare cock moving inside of me. He squeezes my hand like he’s afraid to let go.

“Vivienne,” he whispers, before he buries his face in my neck.

I cup the back of his head, my hands sifting through the fine strands. His rhythm falters.

“Please,” he says. “I can’t hold back. I need you to come.”

It’s not like I can control it. I’d like to come too.

“Roll over,” I tell him.

He slides out of me, moving onto his back. I straddle him and then sink onto his cock, the familiar fullness sending electricity down my spine.

Tony’s hands settle on my hips, his thumb skating over my clit. Mine land on his abs as I fuck myself on his cock, taking what I need from him. He does his best to keep up with me, thrusting up into me.

He leans forward, catching my breast in his grasp and sucking my nipple into his mouth. All it takes is a scrape of his teeth against the sensitive bud before the orgasm hits me. I clench around him, my pussy throbbing around his cock, and when I throw my head back to ride the waves of pleasure, he groans and jerks beneath me.

The flood of his release inside of me is a new sensation. I collapse onto his chest, his arms coming up to hold me close. As his cock starts to soften and slip out of me, I can feel his cum leaking, too. I… I think I like it. His mark is branded deep within me now. He’s claimed me in a way nobody else ever has—or ever will.

Breathing heavily, Tony kisses my temple, his arms tight around me.

“I love you,” he murmurs, like he’s afraid I’ve forgotten.

I haven’t. I never will. How could I possibly forget the best thing to ever happen to me?

“I love you too.”