“How about we go inside and celebrate?” I grinned against her mouth. “You, me, naked in our bed.”
“I thought you’d never ask, Mr. VanRyan.”
I lifted her into my arms, heading inside, suddenly anxious to have her all alone in the privacy of our bedroom. To feel her skin on mine. To hold her, taste her, and bury myself inside her warmth. To lose myself with her. Because when we were together was when I truly found myself.
Katy under me was always a pleasure. Katy riding me was a gift. One I wanted over and over again. I loved being able to watch her. See the pleasure on her face as she orgasmed. See the way our bodies moved together. Fluid and easy. In sync.
In our room, she had taken control, tugging off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt quickly. She yanked on the belt, the sound of the zipper lowering erotic in the room. She pushed down my pants, wrapping her hand around my hard cock as she nuzzled my neck, nipping at the skin.
“I want to be on top.”
“You can have anything you want, sweetheart,” I growled. “Just don’t stop touching me.”
She pushed me back on the bed, and I watched as she pulled off the pretty dress she was wearing, exposing the sexy lacy blue lingerie that glowed against her skin.
“Is that new?” I asked, tracing my fingers over the delicate edge.
“I bought it for you. I know it’s not a watch…” She trailed off with a wink.
“It’s better,” I finished, reaching for her and removing my gift quickly. It was even better on the floor.
I tugged her to my chest, kissing her, loving the feeling of her on my body. Our mouths moved, our lips molded together, the kisses becoming deeper, wetter. Longer. Harder. Just the way she liked when she was in this mood. I let her take control, enjoying her slightly aggressive side.
“Katy,” I groaned as she kissed her way down my torso, licking at my nipples, teasing my skin with her tongue and hands. When she wrapped her lips around me, sucking and licking, I arched my back, hissing in pleasure at the feel of her hot mouth. She cupped my balls, rolling them in her gentle hands, taking me deeper. I rode the waves of pleasure, opening my eyes to find her bright blue gaze fixed on me. The desire in her eyes was fierce, sending shivers down my spine.
“I need to be inside you, sweetheart. Now. Please.”
She moved over me, our eyes locking as she lowered herself, enveloping me as she took me in inch by inch until we were flush. Surrounded by her, the heat and feel of her all at once new and familiar rushed through me. She began to move, long slow rolls of her hips. My cock moved with her, wanting even more. She bent back, pushing herself down on me, riding me faster. Her breasts moved, swaying as she rocked. Her hair tickled the skin of my legs as she arched her neck, whimpers and sounds of pleasure surrounding us. I gripped her thighs, straining upward, my nerves on fire with the feel of her. Of us. She began to shake, and I licked my thumb, pressing it to her clit and moving it in tight, hard circles.
She broke, coming hard, crying out my name, moving faster, clutching my cock as her muscles locked down, triggering my own release. With a roar, I sat up, wrapping her in my arms, holding her tight and riding out my orgasm as I came with an intensity I thought would kill me.
Until we were sated, our bodies slowing down, the passion lessening, and the intimacy of the moment taking hold. I caught her face between my hands and kissed her. Her sweet, full mouth. Her cheeks and button nose. I ghosted my lips over her closed eyes, feeling the flutter of her lashes on my lips. I kissed her mouth again, then lay back, letting her rest on top of me.
We had a shower and slid back into bed, Katy lying beside me. I waited until she settled, then moved nearer, wrapping my arm around her. The room was quiet for a while as we enjoyed the moment and simply being together.
“Are you hungry?” I asked Katy, nuzzling at her neck.
“Hmm.”
“Thirsty?” I nibbled at her earlobe.
“Hmm.”
“Have I worn you out, sweetheart?”
She snuggled closer. “You still have it, Mr. VanRyan.”
I scoffed. “As if there was any doubt.”
“Well, you are an old, retired man now. Past your prime, with a bunch of married kids, grandkids and all.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Soon, you’ll pull into the driveway with your new minivan. You’ll start wearing polo shirts and shorts with sandals and socks.”
I rolled her over, nipping at her neck and kissing her hard. “First off, the socks and sandals will never happen. Maddox would have a coronary. I rock a polo shirt, though.”
She ran her hands over my arms, which, thanks to working out daily, were still muscular and strong. “You do,” she admitted, leaning up and kissing my chest. “You are pretty damned sexy for an old man.”
“The minivan is never happening, and as for being past my prime, I think I just rocked your world, Mrs. VanRyan. Give me a little recovery time, and I’ll do it again.”
She giggled, the sound light and happy in the room. “Those are words I never thought I would hear you say.”
I laughed with her. “Those words are reality, but I promise you round two will be just as enjoyable as round one.”
“Oh, I’ll hold you to that.”
“You do that.”
She reached up and cupped my face, and I was surprised to see the glimmer of tears in her eyes.
“Hey,” I said, wiping at the corner of her eye. “What’s this, sweetheart?”
She shook her head.
“Tell me,” I demanded, keeping my voice calm. I hated to see Katy cry. I really hated it if I was the one to make her do so.
“Sometimes, Richard, I have to pinch myself. Even after all these years. We’ve had so much happiness together. I wonder if something will go wrong. If something will happen and take away that happiness.”
I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her lips. “Nope. Nothing is going to happen. We’re healthy. Our kids are good. I’m retiring, and I plan on being around a long time.”
“I don’t just mean death.” She shook her head. “I think the devil himself will make sure you stay up here a good many more years. He’s afraid you’ll take over once you get there,” she teased, trying to recover the lightness of a few moments ago. I chuckled at her words then stroked her cheek, wanting to understand.
“Tell me what you mean, then.”
“It’s just we’ve been level for so long. Nothing major, nothing rocking us.”
I smirked. “Are you forgetting how we started? That was pretty rocky. Or when I was in the accident? That time we thought we lost Gracie? When Graham had his stroke? You want me to go on? We’ve had plenty of trouble to deal with, Katy. We just deal with it together, and we move on. That’s all we need. Each other. We can handle anything as long as we’re together. And nothing is going to happen. The next while is smooth sailing for us.”
She smiled. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself, VanRyan.”
I laughed. “Nope. I plan on fucking you again. Thoroughly.”
I captured her mouth, kissing her. Our tongues slid together, our bodies pressed intimately, touching chest to chest, hip to hip, our legs entwined. I ran my hands down her arms, lifting them over her head as I kissed her, stroking her skin.