Page 68 of Until the End

And then she turns around. The thong-style bikini bottoms show off her perfect ass, and I’m pretty sure my heart stops when all the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock.

Groaning, I flop backward on the bed. “I’m dead. You’ve officially killed me.” I sit back up just as quickly because I haven’t gotten my fill yet.

A flush has spread across her chest up to her face. “You like it?”

“Like it? No, I fucking love it. Jesus Christ, Goose. You’re gorgeous. And you’re never allowed to wear that swimsuit anywhere but here at home.”

Ginny laughs. “In any other circumstance, I’d be pissed at you for dictating what I can and can’t do. We’re in agreement on this one, though. I’d never be confident enough to wear this anywhere else.”

I hold my hands out, silently asking her to stand in front of me. “You know you could if you wanted to. I’d have to punch every asshole who ogled your perfect ass, but I wouldn’t actually stop you from wearing it.” I cup said ass inmy hands, reveling in the feeling of her soft skin against my rough palms.

“Is it bad that I like how protective you are of me?”

“Not in the slightest.” I pull her closer, encouraging her to straddle my lap. I have to bite back a growl when her pussy settles over my cock. Wrapping my fist in her hair, I erase the distance between us to pull her into a heated kiss. She lets me lead, twisting her tongue with mine as I show her exactly how I feel about her tiny swimsuit.

“I have more suits to show you,” she says between kisses.

“And I want to see them. Later. When I’m done worshipping every inch of your gorgeous skin.”

“Okay.”

I’d laugh at the way she sinks into me with her acceptance, but I’m too overwhelmed to bother. With one hand still in her hair, I wrap the other around her waist and flip her onto the bed so she’s spread out beneath me.

It takes mere seconds for me to untie the strings on her suit, then it’s on the floor in the next heartbeat.

I don’t hesitate to suck the stiff peak of her nipple into my mouth. I revel in the sounds she makes as I use my tongue and teeth against her skin. Her taste is an aphrodisiac I’ll never tire of.

“Carson. Please.”

Switching to her other breast, I make eye contact with Ginny. “Please what, my love?”

“I need you. I need more.” Ginny grips my hair and pulls me into a filthy kiss. Leaning on one elbow, I reach down to tear her bikini bottoms off and then quickly shuck my own clothes. Any other time, I’d make Ginny come at least once on my tongue, but we’re both too overcome with desire to wait.

I grip the back of her knee and push it up to her chest until she’s at my mercy. The way Ginny gives her control over to me every time will never cease to amaze me. Aftereverything she’s been through, she’s still willing to put her trust in me. I will never take that trust for granted.

I adjust my hips until the head of my cock can slide through her wet slit. I coat myself in her desire, pressing against her clit with every pass. When Ginny starts to rotate her hips, I position myself at her entrance. There’s no resistance when I thrust into her body. Her tight walls threaten to undo me within seconds. Every. Single. Time. Nothing compares to the way Ginny’s body gives in to mine.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groan.

I snap my hips forward, pushing as deep into her as I can. Ginny wraps the leg not pressed to her chest around my waist. There’s not a single inch of space between us, yet I want to be closer. Ginny seems to agree because she pulls my head down to kiss me hard.

I end up letting go of her leg in order to kiss her better. Her lips are soft and plump from our earlier kisses, and I can’t get enough of them. I slide my fingers under her head while I roll my hips to grind against her pussy.

I live for every whimper that escapes her lips. “Are you going to come for me like the good girl you are?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moans.

“Then come.” I kiss her as her body tightens around mine until she’s shaking with the force of her orgasm.

I can’t help but follow her into the abyss.

I come—hard.

It slides down my spine in an overwhelming wave of heat that I have no choice but to succumb to. It leaves me wrecked and unmoored in a sea of ecstasy. Ginny’s fingers sliding through my hair is the only thing that keeps me grounded and in the moment.

She’s an anchor in the storm of my emotions. All I have to do is hold on to her until they pass.

When I can feel my legs again, I flip us over so Ginnyis lying on my chest. We both need time to find our breath, and in the silence, our future is finally laid out before me. I see Ginny dancing on a stage, performing one of her albums while I stand in the wings, holding our baby against my chest. They’re sacked out cold with those giant headphones over their ears, and an insurmountable amount of pride fills my chest knowing that’s what I was always meant to do.

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