Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“No, I’m covered. Please. Please, I don’t want anything between us.” Her nails dig into my back and her eyes lock with mine. “Please.”
“Fuck.” I slide inside her, not slow, not taking my time like I should. I slam into her hard, watching her eyes flare and her head jerk back while her lips part. Fuck, my balls draw tight and my teeth grind together. I’ve never felt anything like what I’m feeling right now with her wrapped around me, and it’s taking everything in me not to pull out and slam back inside her again. “You okay?”
“God, yes.” Her soft hands move up my chest to curl around my neck then she lifts her head, placing her mouth against mine. “Please move, Denver.”
I don’t move. I try to memorize this moment, the taste of her still on my tongue, the smell of her skin, the feel of her wet and tight around me, the look in her eyes. “I love you.” The words come out without me thinking. It’s not the first time I’ve told her I love her, but there is something about saying it right now that seems different, significant.
Her face softens and her hand cups my jaw. “I love you too. I always have.”
“Fuck.” I take her mouth then pull out and slide slowly back inside her. Perfect, so fucking perfect, like everything about her. I know her pussy was made just for me. I lift my head, pulling my mouth from hers, and watch our connection. “Touch yourself, Bre,” I order, and she hesitantly slides her hands down my chest and stomach before her fingers glide lightly over her clit. “Touch yourself, baby.” Her fingers pick up their pace and her eyes fall closed as her pussy start to spasms.
“Oh my God,” she hisses, her fingers spreading out to feel our connection as I start to thrust into her over and over. “I… God, this is… this is everything.” She’s right; this is everything—her, me, the connection we share, the love we have for each other, the life I’m going to build with her. This is everything. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never.” I keep at her, taking her deep and fucking her hard. Even when her eyes open to meet mine, her loud moans start to fill the quiet, and her pussy begins to pulse around my cock, I don’t stop. I keep thrusting into her, taking her hard and deep, wanting to bury myself so far inside her she will never be able to get rid of me. I know the exact moment her orgasm hits, and when it does, I feel my balls draw tight and my muscles bunch. I thrust one last time and come deep inside her, with my mouth on hers and her legs and arms tight around me.
“Waited years,” I rasp against her lips. “Fucking years to feel you, all of you.”
“Denver.”
“I would have waited forever for you, Bre.” I pull my face back to look into her beautiful eyes and lift my hand to skim my fingers down her soft cheek. “I’d never regret it, not for one second. I’d wait forever for you, as long as I knew I’d feel what I’m feeling right now, to know you’re mine in every way there is to be.” I watch her eyes fill with tears then feel my own become wet when I see the look in her glistening irises. She pulls me down to bury her face in my neck, and I hold her close as a sob rips from her chest.
Fuck yes, I’d have waited a lifetime, as long as I knew in the end I’d have this, that in the end we’d have each other.
Chapter 10
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Aubrey
PRESSED TO DENVER’S SIDE WITH my thigh over his and my arm over his abs, I try with all my might to fall asleep. I can’t. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get my brain to shut off. It’s not like I’m not tired, because I am. My body is exhausted; every muscle is achy in a really good way, but even after two rounds of sex and receiving five really great orgasms, my stupid brain won’t quiet down long enough for me to get some rest.
Not wanting to wake Denver with my restlessness, I carefully crawl off the bed and grab his long-sleeved thermal from the floor. I pull it on over my head, letting it drop to almost my knees before I head up the stairs to the top deck. It’s cold, a lot colder than it was earlier when we were out here. I wrap my arms around my middle as I shuffle to the side of the boat. I stare at the stars and the ocean, trying to let the quiet fill me with peace. I’m not sure what is keeping me awake. Maybe it’s the amazing sex and orgasms. Maybe it’s knowing that my time alone with Denver and the bubble we’ve created out here are coming to an end. Or maybe it’s just me coming to the realization of something that is unbelievably sad. I squeeze my eyes closed as that understanding fully penetrates. If I didn’t lose Gabe, I don’t know that I would have what I have right now—the chance at happiness with the man I have been in love with since I was a kid. The man who has been in love with me for just as long.