“I love you,” I whisper to her.
She flutters her eyes open as she looks up at me, a happy smile on her face.
“I love you too.”
Slowly, I slide inside of her. Instead of the hard and fast pace we usually do, I keep a slower one. One that is more sensual. She must feel the difference in me because even her moans are softer. Her fingers digging into my shoulder are more tender. She is caressing me.
I never imagined I’d make love to a woman, but that’s what I’m doing. We are connected more than physically in this moment. I’m telling her that I will always love her, and she is answering in return.
When she clenches around me, coming, I follow suit.
“That was mind-blowing,” Oliva manages to breathe out.
“I thought you liked it rough,” I joke.
She opens her eyes, looking up at me. “I like it any way as long as it’s with you.”
That’s the best thing she could have said to me.
In that moment, I knew I made the right decision.
Olivia and Ari are my past, present, and future. I’ll do anything to keep them with me.
Chapter
Twenty-One
OLIVIA
A tingling feelingin my core wakes me from a deep sleep. Then I feel it. His tongue against my clit.
I’m moaning without even realizing it. Slowly, my mind starts to put the pieces together.
I’m at Mason’s house. We’ve been staying here three nights a week. Last night, he wore me out, forcing four orgasms from me before he would let me sleep.
My eyes flutter open, my hands instinctively reaching down to thread into his hair.
There’s a faint light filtering through the window, telling me it’s early morning.
His fingers thrust inside of me, making me clench around him. I can’t focus on much else other than the sensation of my orgasm as it washes over me.
When I finally come back down, Mason is lying on top of me, his head on my breasts, a silly smirk on his face.
“What the hell, Mase?” I groan.
“Are you complaining?” he asks.
I open my eyes again, looking down at him. He looks so happy. Like he could do this for the rest of his life.
“I don’t think any woman can complain about being awoken by an orgasm.”
“What if she’s single and her door is locked?”
“That’s a valid point, but I’d still say the orgasm would be worth it.”
“Good to know. I’m going to start the shower. Want to join me?”
He knows I can’t deny him.