Page 120 of False Start

I leaned over so I could slide my hand down between the counter and where she was pressed against it, finding her slick clit and rolling it with my fingertips.

“Shiiiit,” she cursed, shaking violently and holding onto me for dear life as I stroked her, drove into her deeper, and kissed along the back of her neck, nipping at the skin and begging her to come for me.

She did so with the most glorious break, her cries of pleasure muted as she fought not to be too loud. I savored every quiet moan and breathless plea of my name she let loose as I helped her ride out the orgasm. I didn’t stop until she was limp in my arms, until she could barely hold herself up.

“Don’t give up on me yet, baby,” I said, sucking her lobe between my teeth. “I’m close.”

Those two words ignited her, her strength coming back as she swatted my hand away so she could put her leg back on the floor. No sooner than she had, she pushed until I had no choice but to pull out of her, and then she hopped up onto the counter and pulled me into her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Like this,” she pleaded, and that was the only request I needed to do exactly as she asked.

I tugged her to the edge again, slipping inside her with my cock ready to release on the first fucking plunge. She was somehow even tighter now that she’d come, her pussy swollen from release, and I soaked in every soft whimper she let loose as I found my pace again, kissing her lips and chin and neck and collarbone with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” I whispered as I plummeted inside her, my hands sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts. “I love watching these perfect tits bounce when I fuck you like this.”

She moaned and leaned back on her palms, supporting herself so I could knead her breasts and work between her legs. It was as if they were swollen from release, too. They felt heavier in my palms, and every time I hit the max inside her, those beautiful breasts would ripple in a way that had me cursing and counting my lucky stars for the view.

My orgasm snatched me by the throat, heat tingling at the edges of my vision before it took over my entire body. I called out her name in a quiet grunt when the first wave rushed over me, and then I was kissing her and flexing in deep and fucking her like it was the first and last time. She clung to me, arms around my neck and digging into my shoulders as I rode out the climax, and it felt like the longest, most ecstasy-filled one of my fucking life.

Because this wasn’t just some girl.

This was my futurewife.

That thought spawned my orgasm on and on and on, until I was completely spent, and we were sweat-slicked and holding onto each other with our chests heaving.

“Holy shit,” she breathed when we slowed, and I laughed, kissing her nose.

“For the rest of your life.”

“Psh — you think you’ll still fuck me like that when we’re fifty?”

“I’ll fuck you even better then, because I’ll know you even better.”

She laughed as I swung her up into my arms and carried us toward the shower. I had to admit, I loved the thought of my cum inside her, loved how she had to squeeze her thighs together to keep it from dripping out onto the floor as I carried her. I knewthe mom inside her was thinking she needed to disinfect that whole kitchen before Sebastian woke up, but it could wait.

We grew quiet in the shower, staring into each other’s eyes like the other one wasn’t real as we took turns washing one another. She lathered shampoo in my hair, and I gently washed between her legs, doing my best not to let the hot water and soap running over her body turn me on for round two. I knew she was exhausted, and I could see it on her face now that she was ready to collapse.

When we were dry, I helped her into bed, pouring her a tall glass of iced water and watching her drink half of it before she put it on her bedside table. Then, I climbed in behind her, curling her up in my arms and savoring the sated sigh she let out when I did.

“I love you,” I whispered against the shell of her ear, and I smiled just as she did.

“I love you, too.”

“I hope you know I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

“I’ll check in on that in ten years.”

“Go right ahead. It’ll still be true. And ten years after that, and ten years after that, and ten years after that, and…”

“Okay, okay,” she said, shimmying into my arms more. “Less talking. More sleeping.”

“So bossy when you’re tired.”

“Get used to it.”

I smirked against the back of her neck, kissing her softly and settling in to sleep.

Get used to it.