What woman couldn’t?
As she began moving, he sat up to hold her in his arms. She was rubbing against his body, and he was so close. It took all he had to hold on.
“One more,” he muttered, refusing to slip until they came together.
He wanted to take that tumble with her. There was never a person she felt more comfortable with than this man.
He was her person.
There was no doubt about that.
As she ground down, he moaned.
“Gabby, Baby, I’m going to cum. I can’t hold on much longer,” he whispered, that control shattering. It was too late.
Finn was done.
“Cum for me, Baby! Cum!” he hissed, and then broke apart.
As soon as she felt that wet heat fill her, Gabby fell, and they both tumbled through the pleasure.
Somehow, he caught her and rolled, making sure she was protectively placed beside him.
As she opened her eyes, he was watching her.
“Hey,” he said, brushing a curl from her face. “That was amazing,” he said, grabbing his shirt because he saw she was chilly.
The sun was almost down.
Gabby slipped her leg between his, and cuddled into his body.
“Thank you for that,” she said, meaning the sex.
He didn’t think she meant that.
“You looked cold. It was the least I could do for you, Gabriella.”
She giggled.
“I meant to orgasms, but the shirt smells like you, and I’ll take it,” she admitted.
He smiled.
Yes, this woman made him happy.
“Well, it was my pleasure,” he admitted.
Gabby was curious.
“Can I ask you something?”
He got serious.
As they cuddled, he knew they had to have a conversation.
“I think we should talk,” he said.
She lifted a brow.