Page 134 of Saving Summer
“No, goofball.” She turned and crawled up his body while he adjusted the pillows behind his head. “Us? The feelings? The sex? It all happened so fast. Is this”—she flapped her hand back and forth between them—“normal?” She settled her weight into the crook of his arm, resting her head against his shoulder.
“It’s our normal, buttercup.” He traced the tips of his fingers over the curve of her waist and along her ribs. “We don’t need to analyze it or compare our relationship to anyone else’s.” She lifted her chin, tilting her head up until she looked him in the eyes. “I believe what we have between us—you, me, and Halia—was meant to be. It doesn’t matter how we came about or how quickly. It’s how we love each other going forward that’s important.”
“Aw, you think we’re fated mates.” Her grin impish, she threw her leg over his hips, and sliding her body on top of his, she nestled her greedy little pussy against his appreciative dick. “You think this big boy has any life left?” She rolled her hips.
“Depends.” One arm locking around her waist, he ground his burgeoning erection into her wet heat, sliding back and forth, and making her wriggle with need.
“On?” She moaned against his mouth when he cupped her breast with his free hand, pinching her nipple while he nipped and sucked at her lips.
“On you saying those three little words I like to hear.”
“You’re in charge?”
“Nope.” He kissed his way to her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth, and biting down gently. “Glad you’re ready to admit it, though. Now, try again.”
She squeaked and dug her nails into his shoulders. “Um…you complete me?”
“Closer. But not quite.” He slid his hand between her butt cheeks, smiling against her skin when she pressed herself into his palm. Destination reached, he slicked his fingers back and forth from her pussy to her asshole, one long lazy stroke after another, coating everything in their come.
“I love your cock?”
“That’s four words.” He kept his touch light, his fingers moving, playing, teasing. “You going to keep torturing me, or do you want my cock inside you?”
“I want your cock, your tongue, your fingers.” She sat up, slid her cunt along his length, and holy fuck, he was getting harder by the second. She lifted on her knees, reached between them, and palming his hard shaft, she guided him to her entrance. “I want all of you.”
She pleasured herself with his head, rubbing it back and forth through her slick folds, her hand stroking him, getting him wet and ready, and by the time she took him in an inch, he was on the cusp of begging her for the words he wanted to hear.
But every bit as stubborn as she, he waited.
The anticipation built, a beautiful, aching, perfect moment as she kept her eyes on his.
“I love you, Jamie.” With a smile he’d remember long after he was dead, she dropped her hips, impaling herself on his dick, and they were one. Today. Tomorrow. Ever after.
“I love you too.” He palmed her cheeks, pulling her down for a kiss. “Now be a good girl and fuck my cock until you come.”
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