Page 47 of Someone to Remember
“Wake me up when it gets good.”
I give her a light smack on the ass, which causes her to clamp down on me, impinging my progress. “You’re such a brat.”
“You knew that before you went all in with me.”
“I’m trying to go all in with you, but if you keep doing that clamping thing, we’re never gonna get there.”
She throws her arms out and spreads her legs. “Have it your way.”
“I’m trying to, but as usual, you’re being a pain.”
She’s having one orgasm after another as I press farther into her, until I’m fully seated and doing everything in my power not to lose it before I take her on the wild ride she requested. Ihold perfectly still for at least two minutes while she squirms under me, trying to move things along.
There’s nothing in this world quite like making love to my Wynter.
Her fingernails score my back and ass, and knowing there’ll be marks afterward only turns me on more.
She groans. “Don’t get any bigger.”
“That’s your fault, banshee girl.”
“Sticks and stones…”
“Hold on tight. Here we go.”
I love the way she wraps her arms and legs around me. I love the sounds she makes and the way she comes so hard, she makes me see stars while I try to hold out for as long as I can because it feels so fucking good.
She gasps with shock when I abruptly pull out and flip her over, giving it to her from behind. By now, I’m fairly certain she’s no longer thinking about what happened to Taylor or her fears of losing me or anything other than the incredible pleasure that pounds through me and into her. I reach around to caress her clit, making her come one last time as I give it to her as hard as I dare before letting myself go with her.
“Mmmm,” she says. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Since I’m still buried deep inside her, I give a little push to ride the aftershocks that’re almost as good as the main event.
I take a little bite of her shoulder. “I love you.”
She shivers. “I love you, too.”
“Everything’s going to be all right. I promise.”
“If you say so.”
“I say so, and you have to believe me because I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Eleven
Angela
Okay, so I’m not sure exactly how this happened, but all three of my kids are asleep on sofas at Brad’s, and he and I are in the kitchen, still talking, at nine o’clock!
We. Never. Went. Home.
What. Is. Happening?
“I, uh, I should go.”
“You don’t have to. You guys are welcome to spend the night. We have a guest room for when Mary Alice’s parents come to visit.”
