“It’s so precious, Cort.” The small vial is rose gold anddangles from a keychain. “Thank you.” I hold out my hand again. “Maybe in the future, you can give me these gifts in person.”
This time, Cort slips his hand in mine. “There are lots of things I want to give you, Vale. All of them in person.”
37
[Cort]
After giving her this most recent gift, Vale leads me to my bedroom. Tugging me behind her, I take in some of her best features. Her bare feet, so comfortable in my house. Her ass, in a skirt that unfairly hugs her. Her hair hanging to the middle of her back. And her hand holding mine.
When we reach my room, Vale spins to face me and tugs up the hem of my shirt which is easily pressed up and over my head. Standing bare-chested in front of her, she takes the liberty to run her hands from my abs up my middle and around my pecs, combing her fingers through the short hairs tickling up my sternum.
I suck in a sharp breath. Not because I’m afraid of Vale’s touch, but because I appreciate it so much. I trust her with everything in me.
I rub my hands up her arms and tug at the straps of hertank top, pulling them off each of her shoulders before lowering my mouth to her neck, dragging my bristly jaw from the side of her throat up over her jaw. She shivers, signaling how much she enjoys it.
Vale Sylver likes my touch as well.
We continue to express our appreciation for each other by taking our time to undress one another before folding down to the bed, where our hands don’t stop their lazy exploration.
Her breasts in my palms. My balls in hers.
My fingers circling her sacred places. Hers wrapping around mine.
The buildup is slow, but our hearts are racing. Even though I’ve already touched Vale in a thousand different ways. Kissed her in all the places. Fingered her. Tasted her. Every touch is a new experience. Every time added to the catalogue in my heart where I’d written every detail about her.
Her lush mouth. Her firm breasts. Her honeyed heat.
“Vale,” I whisper near her ear as my fingers slip inside her, finding her slick and ready, but still wanting to drag this moment out. Because I know what this moment is going to mean.
Vale doesn’t just love me in a you-make-a-mean-margarita way. I don’t love her like that either.
I want to love Vale with my entire being, faults and all, because Vale accepts me as I am. I’ve made mistakes. Huge ones. And she’d forgiven every one of them. She means more to me than anyone, except Josh, ever has.
Even Stone, who I will no longer let be a barrier to keeping Vale in my life.
But for now, my intention is to worship Vale.
Myhighintention is to marry her one day.
With focus on the present, I dip deeper into her, knowing what she likes. “A little sting for my bee.”
She hums.
“Need a taste of that honey, sweetness.”
Vale purrs again, her body telling me how relaxed she is while winding up. Kissing my way down her middle, I stop to suck her breasts and teasingly bite each of her nipples. Down her center I continue until I reach where she’s hot and ready for me to devour her. With a lash of my tongue, then a tickle to her clit, Vale bucks against my mouth. It isn’t a jolt so much as her chasing me. Wanting me.
“Only me, Bee,” I tell her, the meaning even deeper than this moment. It’s been me all along looking out for her and her son, celebrating them both. Wishing I could be part of their world while knowing all the reasons I needed to keep my distance.
But no more. I want to be the only one to experience her cries and wishes. Meet her needs and desires. I want to be present for Vale. Be her future.
With that thought, I dig in, making a feast of her until her thighs are slick and my face is coated in her sweet essence. And she cries out my name in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard.
Then I delve into round two, making my fingers her pleasure. Vale knows I like to bring her to a doubleheader, as we’ve come to call it. However, . . .
“Today, we’re going for a grand slam,” I tell her after she’s wrung out by what only my hand can do for her.
Vale chuckles. “No pun intended.”