Using my body for his pleasure, Colton pumps into me, taking me and making me cry out in ecstasy.
Bringing one hand around, he finds my clit and rubs me until I am quaking and bucking beneath him. The sensations are too much, and I combust, white hot sparks flashing behind my eyelids as I come.
Colton isn't far behind me, thrusting twice more before withdrawing and erupting in a hot, sticky mess against my skin.
He pulls me against him and I can feel his heart pounding just as hard as mine. We're breathless and move languidly, as if in a dream.
After a warm shower, we collapse into bed together, our bond deeper than ever before. My trust in him, in us, has grown exponentially after all we've endured, all we've shared. And I shudder to think what my life would be like right now if I hadn’t met Colton. He is my life line. My savior. The reason I open my eyes and roll out of bed in the morning. He's my everything.
As much shame and guilt as I had for spending Becca's last months on this earth falling for and making love with this man, I know it was exactly as it was meant to be. My love for Becca will never be replaced, she will always hold the very center of my heart, but I know without my love for Colton, I wouldn’t survive this. Her loss is staggering. And he pieces me back together again.
For that, I am incredibly grateful.
"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers against my neck, curling his big, warm body around mine and holding me tight.
His words are all wrong, I should be the one thanking him, but I understand just what he means. It took an incredible amount of trust to go home with him that night, to put my mouth on him that first time, to give him my heart, and now, to trust that he'll stitch me back together again when I need him the most.
"I love you," I tell him.
"I love you more, sweetness," he whispers.