Chapter 38

Hayden

Relief swampsme as Victoria takes me into her body, riding me slowly on the couch in my trailer, my hands roaming every inch of her I can reach.

This is happening. Not just this, the sex. But us. Our future. It starts now.

I'd hoped she'd react positively to my plan to rent a place and come back in just a few days, but part of me was a little worried she might freak out. Especially since she still hasn't told anyone in her life about us apart from her best friend. If I'm moving here, I feel like that needs to happen soon.

But knowing my plans seems to have cemented hers, even if she hasn't fully articulated them to me yet. She seems more settled, though, like she knows what to expect and how to meet the challenges we'll still face.

I'm not foolish enough to believe that it'll all be smooth sailing from here. I know we'll have things to work through. But we'll work through them together, which is what matters.

That's something my mom told me about the end of one of her relationships, and it's always stuck with me. She said that they stopped facing the challenges together, and instead started facing off with each other, and that's when it all fell apart.

If we can continue facing our challenges together, I know we'll be okay.

Leaning forward, she kisses me, her hips swiveling in a way that short circuits my brain, scattering all thoughts of everything except how amazing she feels. My hands grip her ass as I rise up to meet her. She hasn't come yet, and though I can tell she's enjoying herself, I know she's nowhere close. But I'm already approaching the precipice of bliss, and the only way to get her there first is to pull out and go down on her. I want to. I want her pleasure, but leaving the warm embrace of her body is so difficult.

"It's okay," she whispers. "Let go. I've got you."

Those few words are enough to break my resolve to always make sure she comes first. She picks up her pace, and I rise to meet her with each thrust. The squeeze of her muscles, the way her thighs brace my hips, the soft sounds she makes as I hit somewhere good deep inside her all combine to make me lose my mind. I come hard, grinding her down onto me, emptying myself completely.

She drapes herself over my chest, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my cheek. Turning my head, I capture her lips, stroking her back as I recover and catch my breath. After a moment, I reach between us to hold onto the condom and pull out. She slides off me, letting me up to deal with the condom.

But I'm back as quick as I can, kissing her, making my way down her body. She makes a soft, startled sound that quickly turns into a purr of pleasure as I suck her nipples and rub her pussy. She's still wet and puffy with arousal, her clit peeking out from its hood. Kneeling on the floor, I lick her, not taking too long to work her up because she's already halfway there.

"Oh god," she moans, her hips shifting, angling herself where she wants me. When I slide two fingers inside her, she gasps, and that's my cue to really focus on her clit. She comes with a shout, her fingers clutching my hair, and I lick her a few more times, making sure to keep her orgasm going as long as she'll let me, only letting up when she starts pushing away.

Withdrawing slowly, I kiss her thigh then wipe my mouth off with my hand before climbing up on the couch with her and pulling her into my arms again.

"It's all going to work out, isn't it?" she asks after a few moments.

Smiling, I kiss her. "Yes. It is."