Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
In our own world.
At our waterhole.
I tugged her toward me, making her sit up before I turned us so that she was now riding me as I sat in the spot she was in.
“Ride my cock, Livvy.”
She didn’t have to be told twice.
“Yes…” she purred, breathless.
She slowly rocked her hips until she got used to the feeling of my shaft deep inside her from a different angle. Placing her hands on my chest for more leverage, she bounced up and down.
I took her nipple into my mouth, kneading her other breast, unable to get enough of her. Her head rolled back with another moan escaping deep from her throat.
I moved one of my hands to her clit, causing her breathing to escalate as soon as she realized what I was about to do. Encouraging me, she bucked her hips forward.
“Yeah, baby. Take my cock. Just like that… Fuck me, Livvy.”
I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a vise. I grabbed the back of her neck, wanting to bring her closer, needing her body to cover mine. Our lips moved on their own, no longer having any control over our actions.
I kissed her jawline, to her neck, and deliberately made my way back to her lips. Her delicate hands moved down my chest, wanting to feel my skin against her fingertips.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, thrusting my hips upward.
I roughly gripped her hips once again, moving her harder, faster, for her pleasure and mine. My pace increased as I made her ride me as hard as she could, unable to get enough of her pussy.
Our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high, waiting to fall over the edge together. I slid my tongue into her mouth when I felt her pussy throb against my dick, pulsating long and hard as I muffled her screams.
Her quivering was my undoing.
Another groan escaped from deep within my chest as I came just as hard. I leaned my forehead on hers, and I didn’t even have to tell her to open her eyes to look at me. They were already open, looking lively and thriving and full of love for me.
Our mouths were parted, still touching and panting profusely, trying to feel every emotion and sensation from our bodies being one. I swear the pounding of our hearts echoed off the water, off the trees.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she expressed, kissing me.
“Ethan…”
“Yeah, baby,” I groaned between kissing her.
“You just came inside me.”
“Yeah.”
“We didn’t use a condom.”
“I know.”
“And you didn’t pull out.”
“My come is made to be inside you.”
“Well… I haven’t been on birth control since Beau.”
I smiled wide. “I know. I’m done wasting time. We’ve already done enough of that. We have known each other all our lives.”
She smiled back before I asked her same question, “Why do you love me?”
We were both still trying to catch our breaths.
Our thoughts.
Until she simply responded, “Because you shared your seat with me on the bus, because you always put my needs before yours, because of the way you make me feel, the way you make me laugh, the way you have always been there for me. I love you because I don’t know how not to love you. You’re my soulmate, my best friend, my lover, and…” She kissed me. “I can’t wait for you to be my husband one day and the father of my kids.”
And just like that, I didn’t hesitate for one second in replying…
“Marry me, Livvy.”
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Livvy
Six Months Later
“Mom, I want ladybugs in the flower arrangements.”
She nodded, writing them down. “Why ladybugs?”
“They’re for good luck.”
“I love that.”
Ethan came up behind me, kissing the back of my neck. We were sitting at their dining room table, planning more details for our wedding in the fall. This time around, I helped with all the details and was involved in every last step. I didn’t want to miss a second of it.
We had a wedding planner, and we were getting married at our waterhole. I don’t know how my mom made it happen, but she and our team were giving us the ceremony and reception of our dreams.
“You having fun?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.
“Are you?” I mocked, squirming under his touch.
“Okay, you two. Save it for after the wedding.”
We wanted to do things the right way. I was still living at the house I bought, and Ethan was at his estate. Although we spent most nights together, we’d have our own places until after we were married. I was moving into Ethan’s property. He was letting me redecorate to make it my own. He didn’t care what I did as long as it made me happy—his words, not mine.
I planned to rent out my house instead of selling it, wanting to have an investment. Ethan constantly said that his money was mine, and I knew he meant it, but a huge part of me still wanted to have my independence. I didn’t want to rely on my husband or my parents, and he respected my decision.