Page 47 of The Girlfriend Game
“I’m on birth control. I’m safe if you’re safe. But I understand if you prefer…”
A beat passes between us, his eyes flashing dark with need, considering the weight of this decision.
“I was tested in the ER. All good. And the only thing I prefer more is to be inside you right now.”
When he thrusts inside, I let out a long, drawn-out mewl of satisfaction, my body opening perfectly for the heat of his girth. He stretches me wide, filling me with his length until I can barely breathe or see straight.
“Oh, my God,” I moan at the same time he calls out my name in urgent prayer.
“Kendall.”
I lock my legs around his waist, one arm wrapped around his neck and the other at his ass, holding on as he punches his hips in swiveling thrusts. Forward and back. Plunging in and then withdrawing.
Even with the cool summer breeze wafting inside off the water, the cabin is hot. Beads of sweat adorn Zeke’s brow, the tight set of his jaw a clear indication he’s getting close and is fighting off his impending orgasm.
With one hand in his hair, I slip the other around to the curve of this back, lowering it to his ass cheek, anchoring it tightly with each thrust of his hips.
With each plunge, I climb higher until I’m at the top of that peak, ready to fall.
“I’m there, Zeke. I’m coming.”
I close my eyes and ride the wave, barely able to speak as he follows closely behind.
“I’m coming too,” he groans, thrusting twice more until he stills above me, dipping his head forward in a breathless moan as his body silently convulses, shaking from the aftershocks of his own release.
He slowly pulls out and rolls onto his side, giving me room to shift in his arms to face him. He sighs and reaches for my hip, caressing me gently as I lift my hand to cup his jaw, unable to find the words to describe how I feel.
I burrow my head into his chest, remaining quiet for the moment as he pulls me close, our naked bodies sheltering each other in the aftermath of release.
A feeling of contentment washes over me as his fingers sweep gently along my spine.
“I never knew fishing could be so fucking orgasmic.” His teasing tone breaks through the silence, and I giggle into his chest, breathing in the sea air and his spicy scent. “I think we need to plan more fishing dates together.”
“Hmm…I like that idea. It brings new meaning to the term ‘catch and release.’”
He laughs at my attempt at a joke and tackles me again, peppering me with kisses until I can no longer breathe or see straight.
But it doesn’t matter. Not when he’s the only one in my sight.
