Page 45 of All The Way Under

“If you love someone, you have to set them free. If they come back, they’re yours.

If they don’t return, they never were yours.

It’s a proverb I told myself when I began to feel sad or when I missed you.

You can’t keep someone with fear. You were right to let me go.

” I meet his big blue eyes. “Because we’re together now. Forever.”

“What’s truly yours will seek the sea. And sail back home through storm or blue, to rest again inside of you,” Brody says, eyes turning down in the corner.

“If they return on winds so true, then fate has stitched their path to you.” He nods.

“I told myself the same thing a million different ways when I realized my mistake. When Nolan was writing his vows, I sat with him in solidarity and wrote my version of that same proverb. The sailing one I wrote was my favorite. It suits us.”

“You wrote that?”

“I had to. It was the only way to make sense of my assholery at the time. You said yes, so you forgive me.”

I nod, smirking, then I let the towel drop. “What are we doing first? Eating or card option number two?”

His gaze darkens as it wanders down my naked body and back up. He picks up the large wooden tray holding the snacks and moves it to the deck, out of the way. He drops his towel and turns, looming, to stare at me.

“There’s a part of me that never thought I’d see this sight.”

Kneeling on the bed, I move toward him, reaching out my left hand. His eyes catch on the ring, then move to my face.

“This was always going to be the sight, Brody. I knew. Woman’s intuition.”

He takes my hand and lies down between my legs on top of me. He interlaces his fingers with mine and slides them so they’re over my head.

“This is my favorite place in the world.”

“On a sailboat?”

“No, with you,” Brody says, sliding into me.

I’m already wet and ready. His moan is low and deep as he thrusts once and then again. I lock my legs around his waist and bring my lips to his neck. My touch drives him wild, feral, my lips edging him closer as he fucks me.

“I’m going to come,” he says. I stop kissing his neck and hold his face to kiss his mouth.

“Look at me when you come inside me,” I order, lips on his mouth.

His thick lashes open, blue eyes meet mine.

His smile, against my teeth, turns feral, calculating the challenge. With effort, he keeps his eyes open, barely, as he empties inside me with a groan.

“God, that was way too fast,” Brody says, eyes apologetic. “Let me finish this for you,” he adds, sliding out of me and settling his face between my legs.

He licks my clit at a precision pace while I hold on to his hair. His tongue is hot and skilled, and I come, riding his face, screaming his name. He slides his fingers inside me.

“I want to feel you come,” he says as my waves of pleasure squeeze his fingers.

I’m flushed and panting, the scent of sex lingering in the air.

He covers my pussy with his mouth and sucks long and hard one more time.

Dragging his mouth up my body, he kisses me.

I taste him. I taste myself. They intertwine, creating the most intoxicating combination of us.

I lick his teeth as his tongue dances with mine.

The frenzied erotic kiss slows and ends with me sitting on top of Brody, his half flaccid, half hard dick inside me.

“Better than my dreams,” Brody remarks, exhaling. “Way fucking better.”

He takes my left hand in his and kisses my ring. “I get to have this for the rest of my life.”

“Well, in my dreams, you lasted more than one round,” I counter, granting him a half-smirked challenge.

I circle my hips, riding him slowly until his cock stiffens more and more.

“Careful what you wish for, baby. I’m good for the next month. I’m on leave.”

“You took a month off?” I say, sliding up and down, trying to focus on the conversation as he slides against my G-spot. “What if I said no to the proposal?”

“If you said no, I was going to have to take two months to nurse the heartbreak,” he says, voice strained.

We’re both distracted, but I won’t be the one to give in.

“You’re telling me we get to do this for the next month,” I say, closing my eyes. The orgasm is building. I don’t even have to focus.

Brody pops one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Shit,” I hiss. “That feels so good.”

“We can do this everywhere. Your house, my house, this boat, your boat. Anywhere you want it, I’ll give it to you.”

The last sentence sends me. I come apart around his dick. He keeps pumping his hips as I fold over him, riding the high sensations of coming with him inside me.

“I love coming on you,” I say.

“I love coming in you,” he replies, rapid fire fucking me from the bottom. Then he comes again, like he promised he would.

We’re both sweaty and panting when we finish. I cup my hand between my legs to push his come out and wipe it on my stomach.

“We’re going to need another ocean dip to clean you up,” Brody says, smirking. “This could go on all night.”

“I’m going to take you up on that,” I say, catching my breath, rubbing my swollen clit, tracing his come onto my body. “I’m filled with you,” I say, breathy. “It feels so good.”

He moves my hand out of the way and fingers me, making sure to hit my G-spot when he enters.

“Close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told.

“I’m going to finger paint on your stomach. Tell me what I’m drawing.”

He drags more of his come onto my stomach, and the first shape is easy.

“Heart,” I say, teasing my legs open so he’ll go back.

He fingers me a little longer the second time, then slips his hand back to my stomach. My pussy is cold and bereft.

“That’s a raindrop,” I say, slamming my eyes closed further to delight in all my senses.

Brody gives a low, throaty growl before he eats me out, making me arch my back and come apart another time. He doesn’t stop, though. He doesn’t stop eating me until I’m a sweaty pool of limbs and bones, every orgasm slaked from my body viciously, and I’m begging him for a rest.

He’s not tired. He doesn’t ever get tired when it comes to me and my body. We do this dance all night. Eating and fucking. Carnal and feral sometimes, and sweet and slow the next round. His perfect body is my playground, and mine is his.

We don’t sleep until the sun is rising, my head on his chest and his arms protecting me like the safest cage in the entire world.