Breaking Even(104)

It feels like years since I’ve been inside her, and I can’t wait any longer. So I don’t.

With a hard, swift motion, I slam into her, forcing her pleasured cry to escape, and I bite back a groan. I forgot how good she fucking feels. I’m fairly certain she was somehow crafted and molded specifically for me in every way.

It feels like my dick is sliding into a wet vice that has a thick rose petal lining. Fairly positive this defines the word heaven, and I never want to leave.

“I love you,” she whispers, her words ending in another moan as I push deeper inside her, and she repeats herself. My restraint breaks.

I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t. Not when her body is bowing to mine while she says those words over and over. I never want her to stop saying them.

No misery. No anger. Nothing but completion. I’ve never felt whole until her.

I thrust powerfully, gripping her hips tightly. As my fingers dig into her flesh, her nails slide across my back, and her heels dig into my ass, driving me forward. Her chest bounces, moving with the motions of our bodies.

My thumb slides over, finding that spot that has her gasping and cursing, and I start spinning circles, pushing down just hard enough. Her sounds tell me when I’ve found the right rhythm, and dual stimulation has her grabbing at my hair.

I don’t care if she turns me bald or mars my back for life, watching her face go through numerous phases of ecstasy is worth anything I have to offer. Unable to help myself, I lean in to kiss her, needing to swallow some of those sexy sounds escaping her.

With every stroke, it gets hotter inside her tight sheathe. Her tongue tangles with mine, fighting for dominance in a way that has my balls tightening too soon with an imminent release.

Her hips arch as her walls tighten, and when my name comes out in an almost unrecognizable scream, I explode inside her, wishing we could just stay joined all night.

My entire body goes stiff before utterly lax and languid, and it takes all my strength to continue holding myself above her, knowing I’ll crush her tiny frame if I drop.

“Do you love me more than a little bit now?” she asks teasingly, breathless as she drops her arms from behind my neck and lets them collapse to the floor beside her.

Despite the fact I’m completely exhausted, I want her again. And again. And then again.

I smile as I pick her up, refusing to fully separate our bodies, and she rests limply on me as I carry her to the bedroom.

“By the end of the night, I have a feeling I’m going to love the hell out of you,” I say, even though we both know I already do.

She giggles, and my stupid, painful grin stays on my face. So this is what it’s like to be happy. I could get used to it.

“What’s in the present you sent me?” she asks randomly, and I pause.

“You haven’t opened it?”

She shakes her head, laughing lightly as I make it to my room with her still firmly strapped against me.

“Would you open a present I sent to you?”

I think about that for a second, weighing it in my mind. “Good point. Is it at your house?”

She nods, and I drop her to my bed while rushing back into my living room. I hear her asking me what I’m doing, but I don’t respond.

After pulling on my discarded swimming trunks from my living room floor, I jog outside and across the street. The door is unlocked to her house, and Maggie and Carmen both jump when I barge in.

“Sorry,” I say distractedly, scanning the living room.

“Brin’s not here,” Maggie scolds, glaring at me. “She’s on a real date with someone who can hopefully get his head out of his ass long enough to appreciate her the way she deserves.”

I really thought getting Brin’s car back would make Maggie like me again.

“I know where she is,” I say, walking into her room and flicking on her light.

“What the hell are you doing in her room? You can’t just—”

“Where’s the present I gave her?” I ask when I don’t see it in plain sight.

She follows me into the room, her arms crossed disapprovingly over her chest.

“I said she’s not here, so you shouldn’t be in her room. Your pranks are only giving her hope, and I can’t allow you to break her anymore. She never cried before you, and now that’s all she does.”

That makes me feel like shit. But I’m about to work really damn hard to make it up to her.

“I know she’s not here. She’s in my bed. We’re together—for real this time. So where’s the present I sent her?”

Her mouth falls open, and she stares at me in shock. That’s insulting. I think. I really don’t understand women. And Brin thinks I’m confusing. Her whole fucking gender is mind-boggling.