With my hands I encourage her to move up my body. She rises up on her knees, makes her way up me with my assistance.
"I feel shy," she admits, sitting down on my chest.
"Don't be. You're going on two rides today, this is the first. Now, listen. I'm hungry, so get yourself up here and let me have my fill. "
She's not convinced. "Promise me you won't let me suffocate you?"
"I can think of far worse ways to go."
"That's not funny."
I can't help my smile at the stern look on her face. She's gloriously naked, sitting on my chest, and wearing my gold medal. Not sure life gets better than this.
But then she relents, comes up over me, and settles in.
I take back what I said. Life does get better.
"Grab the headboard," I instruct, getting to work. I can't see much because of her belly, but that's ok. My imagination does the job.
Before long she's gripping the headboard and tipping her head back, crying out. It takes her a moment to come down, but when she does she's scrambling down my body, leaving a wet trail.
"Need you so bad right now," she groans. She leans down, gives me a few quick bobs of her head, and positions me in place. I hold onto her hips and watch her slowly impaled by me.
"Yes," she hisses, head tipping up.
I give her my hands, let her use them as leverage. She grips me tightly, lifts herself up and down. Faster now, she picks up the tempo. Her breasts sway, my medalalong with them. Her body undulates, taking what she needs, hitting the perfect spot for her.
Heat licks up the base of my spine, my orgasm not far off.
Mallory looks at me with a heavy-lidded gaze, slides down until she's fully seated. "Do you like the way I look wearing your gold medal?"
"Core memory," I answer. "It'll be hard for me to close my eyes and not see this." My words send Mallory over the edge, and then I follow her down, into that carnal place.
She collapses on the bed beside me.
I lean over, kiss her forehead. "That was..." There are no words.
"I know," she says.
We lie that way for a while. I bring her a warm rag and clean her up. We dress, and end up in the kitchen where I make her an early dinner while she sits at the island and peppers me with questions about the inner workings of an olive mill. Like last night, I hold her hand and take her back to my bed for sleep. A fog of bliss covers us, that heady feeling that harkens to big things to come, but there's a softness to the peak. Something slow, steady, and stable. Me, Mallory, and Peanut.
Living just like this, in our perfect, little life.
Chapter 39
Mallory
I'msore in places I forgot existed. It's a good kind of sore, the delicious ache that comes with even better memories. Sex served every way I like it. Tender, sweet, rough, intense. Hugo feels like a piece of my life that's been missing. A piece I'd always known was vacant, but never believed I could fill. Without realizing it, I'd resigned myself to a life where I'd forever feel a little bit broken. It hadn't occurred to me someone could come along and fill in those cracks.
I never saw myself in a place this beautiful, with a man so incredible, but now that I've experienced it, I don't see myself being able to let it go.
Cecily has emailed me her unbelievably detailed and incredibly organized social media content plan. She's going to spend the next two weeks listening to previousCase Filesepisodes, and create content around those. My marching orders are to go through all those episodes and supply her with my favorite parts,anecdotes, and details. All future episodes will follow the same format.
I haven't given up on the original reason I came to Olive Township, but for a moment, I'm slowing down. If Jolene was serious enough to bring on a marketing company, I want to give it my best effort.
Hugo and I fall into a rhythm that involves great conversation, meals prepared together, laughter, and incredible sex. He learned exercises safe for pregnant women, and we've incorporated time in the home gym into our routine.
The domesticity of it is great, but it's so much more than that. It's healing. Filling me up, sliding into my crevices. We haven't talked about the future, but a conversation is inevitable. There's a time bomb in the form of a human living in my body.
