Page 68 of Always Been You

I do it again, this time on her left cheek. “That is for questioning that I love this beautiful, sexy body of yours.”

Her right cheek again. “That was for letting that man make you question your self-worth. You are amazing, Olivia.”

Wack. I spank her left cheek. “That was so you never question my love and devotion to you ever again.”

I grip her hips and position myself at her entrance, and thrust harshly until my balls bounce off her ass. My grip is tight as I fuck her fast and hard, drilling my point into her mind. It only takes a few thrusts before she’s coming again. I don’t stop or slow; I keep up my fast, relentless pace until she’s coming for a third time, and this one takes me with her. She slumps below me, her hips moving back down to the carpet, and I lay beside her.

I brush her hair from in front of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear before leaning in and kissing her. Slowly. Lovingly.

She smiles at me. “I got it.” She half laughs at the remark.

I smile back. “I’m glad. I don’t ever want you to question what I feel for you. I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know just how loved you are in this life.”

I get up and help her to her feet. We make our way to our bedroom and into the washroom, where I start the shower. We step in and I take my time slowly washing every inch of her beautiful skin, peppering kisses across stomach, thighs, and stretch marks, showing all of her my love. I then slowly help her wash and condition her hair. When we get out, I wrap a towel around my hips and then I use a fluffy towel to dry her off, before wrapping her in a bathrobe.

I change while she sits on the edge of the bed and we make our way to the living room. I order us a pizza to share, and we settle onto the couch, with her cuddled into my side, my fingers running through her hair as we watch one of her comfort movies. When we go to bed, I hold her close to me and whisper, “I love you, Olivia Rose Carter.” Before we both drift off to sleep.

On Wednesday, whileJosh is at work, I move my things from the guest room into ours. We set up plans for our camping weekend. Josh booked two side-by-side campsites, so the girls and I are going to share a tent and the guys are taking two tents and they will pair up. I spent my week doing laundry and packing a bag each for Josh and me while he’s at work and we enjoy dinner and TV together at night before we wind up in bed tangled in each other.

Josh has been extremely affectionate this week after finding me in the closet, crying my eyes out. He is constantly making sure that I know he loves me. We have had sex all over the apartment, and I’m not sure who has initiated more, me or him. It doesn’t really matter, as the sex has been mind blowing. I’m surprised I can walk straight after last night’s session.

We are taking the first ferry to Nanaimo, out of West Vancouver, so Josh and I decided to load the car last night before we headed to bed. We were lucky that everyone was able to take this Fridayoff so that we could head out a day early. Before leaving for the ferry terminal, I grab my forwarded mail and bring it with me into the car. When we arrive at the terminal; I text our camping group chat.

Liv:Josh and I just got here in lane 5.

Zo:Just pulling into the lane will probably be a few cars behind you.

Grayson:Caleb drives like a cop. 5 minutes away.

Han:Maybe because he is…

liz:Down girl.

Han:Not my fault he said something stupid.

Matty:Geez, a little early for this, isn’t it???

Han:I’ve had a few years to adjust myself to dealing with Grayson in the morning, unfortunately.

Caleb:Okay, what the fuck did Grayson do??? It’s got to be big to be eliciting this kind of snark.

Han:Snark? Just pointing out the obvious over here.

liv:Can we keep this weekend civil, please?

Han:For you, babe, anything!

Zo:I need coffee, join me inside girls?

liv:Be right there??

“Do you want some coffee, babe?” I ask Josh while putting my phone in my purse.

“Sure.”

I lean over and give him a kiss before hopping out of the car and heading to the building that has a coffee shop and a few souvenir stores. I meet the girls there and give them each a hug, and we make our way to the coffee shop. I place an order for a venti mocha and grande Americano and we stand off to the side, waiting for our coffees.

“Okay, Hannah. What happened with you and Grayson? We are all stuck together for an entire weekend. I would like for everything to go smoothly,” I say.

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