My core tightens, and my whole body is overwhelmed with so much pleasure that it feels illegal. We’re both a mix of nothing but moans and heavy breaths.
Every whimper that spills out of me is silenced by his shaft sliding deeper into the back of my throat, and when I glance upward, his eyes are locked on my hand. I move my other hand that’s splayed across the back of his thigh to cup his balls, massaging gently.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk,” he calls out. Upping the vibrations, I let out a long scream as I finally give into it all, and I fall harder than I ever have before. Cum coats the back of my throat at the same time, and I swallow it down, letting him ride out his orgasm against me as I continue to ride out mine.
When we're done, he collapses next to me, kissing my forehead gently.
“That was…um…” he begins. “That was hot.”
“Yeah,” I agree, trying to catch my breath.
He turns to face me and smoothes my hair.
“Has sex ever been like this for you before?” I ask.
“No,” he says, kissing me tenderly. “This feels like so much more than sex to me. That was incredible. You are so incredible, my wild girl. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, moving off the bed.
“Where you going?” he asks.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom, take the plug out, and then I’ll be back. I promise.”
Once I’m done getting cleaned up, I rejoin him in his bed, and he wraps me in his arms.
“You ready for the big move on Saturday?”
“So ready,” I say, wiggling back into him. “Everyone is good to go, so after we pick up the truck, we can head over to my parents’ and the guys are going to meet us there.”
“Good. Have I told you how happy you make me?” he asks.
“You may have mentioned it.”
He squeezes me again, and I let him even further into my heart, knowing that every bit he takes will be his forever.
CHAPTER 45: COUPLES WHO MATCH
WREN
Iwalk out into the living room dressed in jeans, my Vans, and my favorite Team Cody sweatshirt. It’s dark green and has a big ribbon on the front.
“I like that sweatshirt,” Tanner says. He’s wearing a white T-shirt, gray sweatpants, and tennis shoes.
“Dink Responsibly.” I laugh. “Nice shirt.”
He looks down and chuckles. “I like yours better. The weather is supposed to be chilly today. You think I could get one of those?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure if there are any left, but I can look when we get to my parents’ house. What time is the moving truck going to be ready?”
Dolly runs into the room chasing a little ball. She pounces on it, and it shoots across the floor, hitting my foot. “Morning, baby girl,” I say, reaching down to pet her head.
“We can pick it up at nine.”
I walk over to the fridge, pausing when I see what’s waiting for me. There hangs a Post-it, and on it are the same dog and cheetah doodle that he’s given me countless times, but they’re sitting in front of a moving truck with little boxes all around.
“I love my doodle,” I say, taking it off the fridge.
“What do you do with them?”
