As a kid, I used to run my finger over the letters tatted on Pop’s wrist. Mom, Lily, Miranda, Colton, and finally my name were forever inked on his flesh. Pop said whenever he got to thinking life’s bullshit was too much to take that he would look at the tattooed names to remember why he needed to keep going.

Now Cap has my name on his wrist. One day, our kids will run their fingers over their inked names and know their pop never forgets who matters most to him.

The gesture makes my chest hurt, and I’m desperate to call Mom and tell her. First, though, I need relief for the heat between my legs. All week, I’ve waited for a sign to get over my fear of his monster-sized dick in my human-sized pussy. Just do it already! But I was scared and nightly put on the brakes. Now I’m more than willing. I’m literally creaming my panties in anticipation.

Cap flashes a seductive grin in my direction whenever we reach a light. I half-expect him to pounce on me as soon as we arrive at the house, but he plays the smooth operator instead.

“My parents will be gone for the weekend,” he says as we walk through the garage, down a hall, and into the living room.

“Where to?”

“They’re booked at a Nashville hotel to enjoy time away from us.”

Insulted, I mumble, “I’ve only been here a week, and they already need a break.”

“They go to hotels every few months to spice up their love life. It’s too gross for me to ask for details. The important thing is we have the house to ourselves. Even DB is at Cricket’s house so he can have dog time.”

No longer upset, I smile. “So we could theoretically run around naked then?”

“No theoretical about it. I don’t plan to wear clothes until Sunday when they return,” he says, hanging up our jackets before yanking off his sweater.

“What about breakfast at the Waffle House?”

“I’ll cook for you.”

Walking backward, I wiggle my boobs at him.  “I thought I was horny before. Damn, a man who cooks is sexier than I deserve.”

“No, Pip, you deserve everything. I promise to make you so happy you beg me to stop.”

Giggling at the sexy meaning behind his promise, I hurry into his bedroom. I still think of it as Cap’s, though I sleep in here every night. One day, we’ll have a place that belongs to us both. Until then, I’m happy to wake up every morning with him at my side.

Cap slides out of his T-shirt and reaches for mine. “We can’t rush,” he says in just above a whisper. “If you want my cock in you, I’ll need to lube you up properly. That means, kissing,” he murmurs and brushes his lips across mine. “Licking,” he whispers and runs his tongue across my throat. “And sucking,” he adds as his thumbs tease my nipples through my bra.”

“I might be lubed enough already,” I say, swimming in lust.

Holding my gaze, Cap shakes his head. “Slip out of those jeans and panties. I want to see how wet you are.”

Obeying him, I strip out of my remaining clothes. I crawl on all fours onto the bed with my butt and pussy on display. Lust gives me courage, but love is what makes me invincible.

Cap’s fingers are featherlight against my exposed skin. They slither down my spine, circling my tailbone before dipping between my legs where I instinctively clench at their touch.

“Oh, you’re not ready at all,” he says in a disappointed voice. “No, you’ll need the help of a professional pussy licker to get you sufficiently prepared.”

“If I weren’t on all fours right now, I’d applaud your diagnosis,” I eagerly mumble.

The sound of Cap’s chuckling sends heat straight through me, and my legs tremble. Unable to hold myself still, I rest on my elbows and take a deep breath as I feel the heat of his breath on my pussy.

“Are you ready for me to own this pussy?” he asks, kissing my clit and forcing a strangled groan from me.

“Yes,” I whisper before losing my verbal skills.

Cap claims he learned to kiss by using a pear. I find this explanation to be pure horseshit. No way did his lips and tongue get so damn skilled with a piece of fruit. I suspect he took classes from professionals and practiced on a million women before meeting me. There’s no other explanation for why he can make me come so fast and hard. His two thick fingers thrusting inside me certainly helps.

“I’m done,” I mumble while struggling to catch my breath. “Just do what you need to do and cover me up when you’re finished.

Nipping at my left butt cheek, Cap still teases my rigid left nipple while also fingering me deeper and harder.

“Oh,” I moan. “Maybe I can handle more.”

“I think you can,” he says, before removing his fingers from my pussy and replacing them with his tongue.

Reaching under me, he tugs mercilessly at my nipples as his tongue fucks me with the same passion. I can’t believe I’m close to coming again. The man simply owns my body with the slightest effort.

Cap eases up on my pussy only long enough to line up his cock with my overheated center. I open for him, taking several inches with ease and pressing back to accept more. The intense sensation of being filled with his giant dick lights up my body. My skin immediately breaks out in sweat and goose bumps.

Cap groans deeply when my pussy grips his cock. He leans forward and possessively cups my tits. His hips move in shallow thrusts to avoid turning me into a shish kabob.

“Audrey Hayes has a sexy sound to it,” he says, steadily plunging his cock deeper. I grunt when the huge head reaches my cervix. “I have my rhythm now. Just relax while I make you come with my cock inside you, Pip.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble as my mind swims with pleasure. “We should have done this the first night we met. Just fucked right in the pool. I’ve missed out on so much by waiting.”

Chuckling again, he leans forward and kisses the back of my head. “We have a lifetime to make up for the week of sex you missed.”

I grin back at him and notice his beard damp with my juices. My pussy clenches reflexively, and I’m one step closer to losing my fucking mind.

Cap’s hands explore my body, teasing my nipples before his right index finger settles on my clit. That’s the exact moment when I lose all track of time and space.

The room echoes with the sounds of pleasured moans. I don’t know if it’s me or Cap or us crying out together. We move faster until I feel the blazing heat of him filling my body with his seed.

Still shaking after we collapse on the bed, I cuddle against Cap. We say nothing for the longest time, and the silence is comforting. I run my fingers through his thick dark chest hairs and down his stomach to where his dick now relaxes.

Grinning up at him, I instantly see from his expression that we’re on the same page—the countdown has begun to our next round.