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And with a growl, I thrust hard into her, watching her expression shift in a flash from warm and fuzzy to shock and pain. It’s the good kind of pain though. The kind of pain that comes from years of denying ourselves what we should have had all along.
Her lips part and her breath catches as she adjusts to the size of me, moaning and glancing down at where we’re connected. Gripping my neck like a lifeline, she holds on as I rock into her again, and I love how her breasts brush my chest with the motion. She pulls me in for a kiss as I continue pumping into her, her channel stretching for me with each thrust. The sounds of our bodies connecting echo in the room along with our moans in-between frenzied kisses, and it’s erotic as fuck.
She breaks the kiss and murmurs and groans “I want you, Luke” over and over like those words are the only thing to relieve her of this overwhelming feeling.
Warmth explodes in my chest that fights with the carnal urge I have going on below my waist as I lose myself inside of her. This must be what love is. The battle of heart and sex. Good versus evil. Feelings with desire. It’s a heady sense of rightness and one I’ve never experienced before and one I never want to let go of. Ever.
Fuck, I’m so gone for her.
Her hand snakes down my neck as she lets her nails scratch my chest while she dips between us to rub her clit.
“Fuck,” I growl, my voice guttural as I watch her hand move on her body. This is not helping stave off the release building at the base of my spine.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close.” She gasps with each word as I pound into her, our bodies slick with sweat, breath hot on each other’s faces.
Her back arches as her core fists my dick so hard, barreling my release forward.
“Yes, Luke,” she cries as her pussy clenches around me.
And it’s my name on her lips that does me in.
My release surges through my shaft as her sex shudders around me, both of us coming at the same time. My vision is a kaleidoscope of nonsense constricting my world into hot moans and slick flesh and the smell of sex. It’s not a bad place to live.
I pump into her several more times as the aftershocks ripple through me. When my vision finally returns, I can only smile down at my wife before I kiss her slowly, lazily, grunting when her pussy clenches one more time around me.
I will love you forever, Roe. And I’ll wait until you’re ready before I utter those words, because I know you’re still unpacking things. So for now, I’m going to luxuriate in the bliss that is being inside my best friend.
Because this... is love.
Chapter 32
Fact or Fiction?
We’re snowed in.
Addison
“Oh my God.” I gasp as I open the blinds to gaze out the window of Luke’s bedroom, which overlooks the backside of the mountain. His entire back deck is covered in a snowdrift and it’s halfway up his window, impeding my view.
Luke groans from the bed, his hand reaching out to where I was lying just minutes ago. “What are you doing?” he croaks, stretching his arms out as he arches his back into a long, lazy stretch. “Come back to bed.”
The sheet slides down low, revealing the trail of hair that leads to what I now know is a spectacular-sized dick. Long, thick, and definitely leaving a lasting effect between my legs this morning.
Who knew Luke Fletcher has been packing all this time? I blush as I cover my mouth to hide my girlie smirk as he sports really obvious morning wood. I clear my throat. “We had to have gotten over a foot of snow in the night and it’s still coming down out there. It never snows like this in Boulder this time of year.”
“That’s mountain life for you,” Luke says, his sleepy brown eyes blinking at the bright daylight pouring in through the window. “Guess we won’t be going anywhere for a while.” He waggles his brows at me, and I can’t help but smile.
“Are we really snowed in?” I can’t hide the giddiness in my voice, and I should feel embarrassed but I just... don’t.
He lifts his shoulders and nods. “If it keeps going, yeah. Does that scare you to be snowed in with me?” His eyes flash with wickedness as he looks me up and down, causing my nipples to pebble under the flannel blanket of his that I wrapped myself in before walking over to look outside.
I’m still just as naked as I was when I fell asleep with his cum inside me last night. I feel dirty and spent and stretched and all the things that make it impossible to wipe this smile off my face.
My cheeks flush at the heated, threatening look in his eyes. Am I scared to be snowed in with Luke Fletcher for who knows how long?
Hell yes, I’m scared.
I’m scared I’ll screw myself into starvation because I haven’t eaten anything in over twenty-four hours and all I want to devour is him.
