Page 86 of Give Me Strength

Of course. “Your wish is my command.”

I spread her out on the island and bury my face in her sweet folds. She chants my name like a prayer as I feast on her pussy like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, because it is. Using my fingers and tongue, I attack both orifices and her clit with a frenzy, and it only takes thirty seconds for her to drench my tongue and face with her sweet juices.

She’s barely down from her high before I climb up her body and thrust into her. Her legs grip me tightly, and I trail my lips across her throbbing pulse at the base of her neck before taking her lips in a searing kiss.

Granite and knees don’t play well together, but none of that matters when I’m balls deep inside her. She’s so tight, so hot and wet, like silk wrapped around me. It’s the best thing that I’ve ever felt in my life. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and right now it sure feels like she’s trying to suck the life out of me through my dick. I can feel my orgasm already starting to brew inside me. I grit my teeth so I don’t come too fast, but she has other ideas.

“Faster,” she groans, even as her walls clam tight around me.

Meanwhile, I want to make love to her, to take things nice and slow with her. Then again, I did say her wish was my command, and I live to satisfy her every need. Bracing myself on the harsh, unforgiving surface, I play with her clit as I angle my hips to hit her g-spot with each thrust. Our bodies are slick with sweat, the wet sound of flesh on flesh fills the room.

As she comes, the cry that falls from her lips is rapturous and matches my groan. My balls go tight and I claim her lips once more, emptying out inside her. I fuck her through both of our releases, my name tasting like heaven on her lips.

She whimpers as my dick goes limp and slips out of her. I don’t like it either. I love how greedy she always is for me, and if I could live inside her twenty four seven, I would. My knees scream in protest as I climb off the island. But seeing her body spread out on the island, looking every bit the delectable treat she is — thoroughly ravished with her hair fanned out around her and my come dripping out of her still pulsating core — it makes it all worth it.

She reaches for my hand and lets out a breathy sigh, smiling almost drunkenly at me. “It reheats fine, right? Breakfast, I mean.”

Yeah… I forgot all about that.

I swallow past the lump in my throat as I stare down at this woman who’s changed me in so many ways. An overwhelming sense of love and contentment courses through me. Leaning over, I press my forehead to hers and let out a breath. My hand finds her stomach, and my fingers trace her tattoo. Reminiscing on what it means for us.

“What’s going through that shrinky brain of yours?” she asks, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

I scoop her off the island and carry her back to our bedroom.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” I say as I lay her down on our bed and cover her body with mine.

She smiles, a soft knowing smile. “Me too.”

We both sigh as I enter her. I bring her hands up above her head, our fingers curling together.

I lean down to kiss her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, and her warm breath feathers my lips.

My lips claim hers once more, and then I spend the rest of the morning showing her just how much.

EPILOGUE

GILBERT

Two Years Later

We’re back in the place where it all started. The air crisp and still. The sun is just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. The grass is neatly trimmed, and the headstones are lined up in solemn rows, each one telling a different story of a life once lived.

Ashlynn walks beside me, her hand gently resting in mine, as we approach the graves of the women who brought us together. We’ve made the trip countless times before, but today feels different. As we reach our destination, I feel a familiar tightness in my chest. The connection between us all is complex, woven with threads of love, loss, and shared history.

This had been one of Ashlynn’s many request, putting right what should have been from the start.

Rachel and Hannah, laid to rest side by side.

This simple act feels like a tribute to the women who played such a significant role in both our lives. Whom we will continue to carry with us every where we go.

Ashlynn squeezes my hand, offering silent support. It’s a bittersweet moment for both of us. This place is not just a place of sorrow anymore; it’s a place of reflection, of honoring the past while embracing the present.

I kneel down, placing a bouquet of white lilies at the base of the Rachel’s headstone. They were her favorite. Ashlynn kneels beside me, placing a small, delicate orchid on Hannah’s.

We stand in silence for a while, letting the moment wash over us. The wind rustles the leaves of a nearby tree, and a bird sings somewhere in the distance. It’s peaceful here, a stark contrast to the emotional storms we each weathered seven years ago.

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