My body tightens, and then I come, right on cue. The waves of pleasure concentrated where our bodies are connected. It’s not a blip of an orgasm, it’s a massive, world-shaking orgasm. I hold him to my chest and relish this new connection, this new way of expressing just how much we love each other.
“I need to come, Sunny,” he says, reminding me with a gentle nudge. “Where do you want it?”
I remember how he told me he’s never come inside a woman. It’s something he told me when we were painting the hangar. To think, I was shocked by that tidbit back then, and now I’m about to beg him to leak as deep inside me as he can.
“Inside me,” I say.
He closes his eyes on a satisfied smile and begins a comfortable, scorching pace again. It doesn’t take long now that he’s concentrating. He tucks his head into the crook of my neck, and his body goes rigid. I’m amazed to feel him flex with each hot burst inside me. It goes on and on for longer than it ever has when I’ve given him blow jobs.
We stay connected, him inside me, while we both catch our breath. It happened. I can’t even begin to process how good it feels. What a different sensation it is to have his big, stunning cock in my body. “I’m going to pull out now and it might hurt a bit. Ready?”
“I’m not made of glass, Holiday.”
He smiles a knowing smile and slides out of me in one swoop. “Ow,” I say, automatically grabbing my vagina with a cupped hand.
He leans up on his knees and looks down at me. “I told you,” he chastens. “How was it? Are you scared of me now?” He takes his dick in his hand and shakes it a couple of times. “Was it what you hoped it would be? That’s a lot of pressure. I thought I was going to blow my load the second I got all the way in there.”
I let my fingers glide over the tender, wet skin as he watches. “I’m surveying the damage to see if there’s any possible way we can do it again right now. I’m glad you held out. It felt so good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that. I feel empty now.”
“We have the rest of our lives to play fill the hole. I want to make sure you’re not going to walk funny tomorrow.”
“You came in me,” I remark, grinning. “You’ve never done that before.”
“It’s a day of firsts, isn’t it?” he replies. “It felt so good coming inside your tight body. I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.” He does too, his dick growing back to full tilt right before my eyes. “That, I want to do every single day.”
Instead of focusing on the sensitive skin, I rub my clit instead. Tahoe watches, stroking himself as he does. “This marks the best day of my life,” he says, eyes lowered in a mask of lust. “One I don’t want to end. I want to keep it forever.”
“It doesn’t have to end,” I reply. “We’re defining everything from now on. Today doesn’t end. Let’s repeatthis every single day for the rest of our lives.”
He grins. “Every single day?” I nod. Tahoe lies next to me on the bed, his hand still on his dick, my slickness still coating him, making his hand slide easily. “That thing you did before. On my abs,” he says, slanting his gaze my way. “Except on this, instead.” Pushing down until it’s standing straight in the air, he sighs. “If you’re up for it, that is. Basically I want to replay every time we ever messed around, except ending it with me inside you.”
“You’re up for it. So am I,” I coo, slinging my leg over his wide hips. I take over and have to lean to one side to position him where I think he’s supposed to be. From this angle, actually seeing it, the size looks harrowing. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I say, meeting his eyes.
He shakes his head. “You can’t do this wrong. If it’s in you, it will always be right. Always.”
I sit down and to the side and suck in a sharp breath when his head opens me wide. “Right. That’s right. That’s right,” he hisses. “Nothing has ever been more right. Keep going,” he urges.
He closes his eyes and wets his bottom lip. His chest and stomach are rippled to perfection, and it seems every muscle in his body is textbook perfect. Looking at him, piece by piece, underneath me, gives me a power I didn’t know I had. He’s mine.
I sit down further and feel a throbbing jerk deep inside me. I lean over and put my hands on his sculpted midsection and ride him up and down. This feels like a different pleasure, another angle that rubs me just theright way, and I can’t escape the moans of pleasure I know are coming. My clit slides against him, and his huge girth brushes me.
When I meet his gaze, he gives me a lopsided grin. “Every day, yeah?”
“Oh, fuck yes, every day,” I cry out.
“Sayfuckagain,” he says, narrowing his candlelit eyes.
Riding him, I crawl forward until my lips are balancing just above his. “Fuckme,” I tease, my mouth barely brushing his. “I never was good at being your girlfriend,” I breathe, grinding on him in a slow tempo.
He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls. “Because you were always meant to be mywife.”
He said the word. I kiss him hard, and his hands slide from the sides of my face down my body to land on my hips. He guides me to our orgasms, the waves tearing through us at the same exact time.
I lay on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat for what feels like forever. Though I know it can’t possibly be that long because forever is what you ask for, and right now is all you’re promised.
For us, our love was destined, a mark in time that came hurtling toward us without our consent. Found and lost. Love and loss. Promises and lies. Floating and falling. Forever and never.
Defined simply: happily ever after.
