Page 103 of The Genius
“Fuck yes… Fuck yes…” I panted and squeezed my eyes closed while enjoying the symphony of my woman coming hard on my cock.
“Marco, yes… oh, Mother Nature, yeeesss…”
The release was mind-numbing with my orgasm nailing me in the back of my spine and making me clench my teeth together to keep from roaring out like a fucking lion. Shelly was already pregnant with my child, but I still felt such satisfaction filling her up, like I was depositing some of me inside her to strengthen our connection.
After rolling down on the bed to catch our breaths, we lay for minutes, merging our fingers and enjoying the high of the best sex we’d ever had.
“I love you so much,” I muttered and kissed her on her hair.
Shelly looked up at me from her position nuzzled up against me. “I told you that you don’t have to say it.”
“It’s the truth. I’m not the one telling white lies. Trust me. I love you, Shelly.”
She gave me a skeptical glance.
“Remember the party game we played where you had to guess what I was thinking?”
“Yeah.”
“You guessed that my message was that I liked you. My real message was that I loved you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I love you very much.”
Shelly licked her lips, her eyebrows drawn together. “When did that happen?”
“That night at my apartment. You were right when you accused me of being possessive. I was falling in love with you.I would have told you if you hadn’t been so quick to cut me off the next day.”
Shelly tilted her head, a small smile on her pretty face. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“What?”
“To be in love.”
Her words were like a gigantic blow and I pulled away from her. With my legs over the edge of the bed, I bent forward, fisting both hands through my hair. She had told me she loved me but it had been a polite kind of love, and here I had bared myself to her. Swallowing my pride, I spoke in a low voice. “Shelly, all I’m asking for is time. Maybe you can learn to love me.”
The gentle laughter behind me made me turn to see Shelly propped up on an elbow, facing me. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks flushed from our intense lovemaking.
“Why are you laughing?”
“The reason I know how much it hurts to love someone who doesn’t love you back is because I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen years old.”
I lowered my brow. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m very serious.”
“But you were so young.”
She smiled. “Feelings have no age. I fell in love with you back then and when I saw you again, all my feelings came back.”
My brain was sending out celebratory jolts of electricity that ran from the top of my spine all the way down, creating a sizzle of warm excitement in my body.
“And what are those feelings exactly?” I asked and rolled back on top of her, my eyes locked with hers. “Tell me.”
“You want to know how I feel about you?”
“Uh-huh.” I trapped her with my large body, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere until she had shared what was in her heart.
