Page 88 of Every Little Kiss
Her heart was beating too fast to breathe, and her body was still shaking from the burst of energy when Ford stretched out over her, his own body naked and hard—everywhere.
In one fluid motion he was covered and filling her. Without slowing down he was moving, and Liv’s body was begging to go the distance.
“I think this is your perfect spot,” he said. “Right here.”
Using slow withdrawals and even slower thrusts, Ford showed her. And the man sure had an amazing sense of direction, because he was able to show her over and over again until she was panting his name.
Not just show her, guide her so she could get to the place with him, open and vulnerable. No longer afraid to run or afraid to fall. Because she knew that when she fell, he’d be right there next to her.
He’d proved that to her a hundred different ways over the past few weeks. Small little things he did that spoke to his character.
His kindness.
Small little things that made taking that last step easier.
“Ford,” she whispered, cupping his face so she could see his eyes. Wanting to see if he took the step with her.
“I’m right here,” he said, lacing his fingers with hers and holding her hand to his chest, his other arm straining under the pressure of trying to hold back.
A gentle breeze blew over her hot skin as the water gently lapped against the shoreline, and Ford moved—deep within her until all she felt was him. Them. Moving together toward something healing.
The thrusts became harder and shorter, their breaths mixing in the evening air, but his gaze held her captive the whole time. Not releasing her even as her body started to tighten around him. And even when she was a moment from losing her sanity, she couldn’t look away.
And Ford didn’t let her down. One more of those masterful thrusts and she was there. By the second, he was gritting his teeth. And with a final move that had Liv straining to hold on, Ford made good on his word.
He took them both home.
It was a long few seconds before Liv could open her eyes, but when she went to move, he brushed his mouth over hers in a gentle kiss that felt like home.
“Don’t move,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” And he disappeared into the house.
He needn’t have worried. Liv was in the same position when he returned two minutes later with a fuzzy blanket. He slid in behind her and pulled her close, then wrapped them both in the blanket. Holding her as if he’d never let go.
And Liv allowed herself to admit that if this was what being part of a twosome felt like, she never wanted to stand alone again.
