Page 42 of Make My Heart Malt

On her hands and knees, she crawls across the bed. A devilish smirk forms on her perfectly plump lips until she’s hovering over my body. When she’s poised over my hips, I slide my hands up her thighs. She glances at me and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest at her beauty. Not because she’s naked, straddling my waist, but because she’s perfect. In every single way possible. To me, she always has been.

With one hand on her waist, I grip the base of my dick, holding it steady for her. She sinks down on me, and my eyes roll back. Fucking hell. She’s strangling my dick.

“Oh my god. You’re so big like this.” Her hands roam over my chest, using me for balance as she gyrates her hips, sliding me in and out. Her movements grow harder and faster with each passing second. A curtain of dark hair falls over the side of her face. Reaching up, I push it out of the way. I want to see her, all of her, as she impales herself on my dick. Pleasure consumes me, and I’m seconds away from exploding inside her. I drop my hand to her waist. My fingers digging into her soft skin. I need to hold on for just a little bit longer. With her bouncing on my dick, I reach up with my other hand and cup her full tit. She arches into my palm as I brush my thumb over the tip of her hard nipple.

“Oh! Fuck. Garrett. I’m going to come.” Her pussy spasms around my dick.

I groan. She feels too good. Too tight. My dick is ready to explode. I clasp the back of her neck and pull her to me for a long, deep kiss. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow all her sounds. I buck my hips, pounding into her from beneath. Fast and hard thrusts.

She breaks away, her moans and whimpers filling the loft. Good thing there’s plenty of distance between the cabins, otherwise I’m sure the neighbors would hear.

“That’s it, Tates. Come for me again. Come all over my dick.” My balls tighten, and I can’t hold on any longer. Another orgasm rips through her at the same time as I pinch my eyes closed and explode inside her.

She collapses on my chest, all her body weight resting on top of me. I run my hands up and down her back as it rises and falls while she collects her breath with my semi-hard dick still inside her.

“I think I’m going to need a week to recover from that.”

I laugh. “I can’t promise you a week, but I can give you the night.”

She smiles at me before resting her cheek on my chest. Slowly, I drag a hand over her spine until I’m palming her ass. I love that she’s here right now, with me. Being with Dessa was everything I’d imagined. No. It was better. Our connection is undeniable. It was strong years ago, but it’s one hundred times stronger now. “Before we get too comfortable, I need to dispose of the condom.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

She rolls off me, and I slide off the bed. On my way to the bathroom, I yank off the condom and throw it in the trash. When I’m back in bed, I drape an arm over her waist and snuggle my head against her warm stomach asshe leans against the headboard. The tips of her fingers brush back and forth over my shoulder.

I trace my fingers over her other hand, alternating between pressing my fingertips against hers and intertwining our hands. “This right here is perfection.”

“Lying in bed post orgasm?”

“Lying in bed post orgasm with you.”

She giggles, causing my head to bounce.

“In all seriousness. I’m glad you stayed.” I brush my thumb over her palm. “And I’m really glad we could… rekindle… this… friendship.”

“If I’d known it was going to be like this, I might not have resisted for so long.”

“Is that so?” I tickle her sides, and she squeals with laughter. Both of us wiggle and squirm on the bed. I roll to my back and take her with me so she’s on top.

She props her chin on my chest. “What’s next for the Home Run Playboy?”

“Can we drop the ‘playboy’? I could be the Home Run Stud? Home Run Beast? Home Run Stallion?”

“Stallion?” She lifts an eyebrow.

“I mean. You rode me like one.”

She throws her head back in laughter as a pink blush washes over her cheeks.

“I’ve never noticed your tattoo before.” Her fingers trace over the half baseball, half compass inked over my heart and then follow the outline of the words as she whispers, “What is lost can always be found.”

“I got it when I was twenty.” She continues to run the tip of her finger over all the lines permanently etched into my skin.

A part of me wants to tell her that it’s for her. That I was lost all those years ago, but being with her again, I feel found. She’s the missing puzzle piece that makes me whole.Instead, I stay silent, not wanting to scare her away when we’ve just reconnected.

“I like this one too.” A shiver races up my spine as her finger trails down my rib cage and over the wordsRise from the Ashes. She giggles. “And you’re ticklish.”

Her fingers dance over my skin, and I squirm before I trap her hand against my side. “I wouldn’t start something you don’t stand a chance at winning,” I warn, but the corners of my lips curve into a smile.

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