"Mine," I growl, hitching her thigh higher and driving deeper. "Say it. Tell me this is mine."
"Yours," she gasps. "Always yours. Oh, right there?—"
I'm hitting that spot inside her with every thrust now. I feel her walls fluttering. There’s another wave of release building in her and I’m ready to get her there.
"You're going to come again," I tell her. It’s not a question. "Going to come all over me like a good girl."
"Yes… Fuck, Griffin."
"That's it." I reach between us and rub her in tight circles. "Come for me. Come on me. Let me feel you."
Every muscle in my body clenches and I keep thrusting until finally, she explodes.
Her whole body convulses. She clamps down on me so hard I groan. She's crying out my name as pleasure wrecks her from the inside out. The feeling of her coming apart on my cock is almost too much.
"Fuck, Jess—" My rhythm stutters. "I'm gonna?—"
"Come inside me," she gasps. "Fill me up?—"
I bury myself with one final thrust and let go with a roar. I pulse inside her, the release ripping through me, and it sets off another wave of aftershocks in her that leave us both trembling.
I collapse on top of her, breathing hard.
We lay there for a long moment, tangled together, sweat-slicked and satisfied. I soften inside her but I don't pull out. Just press my face into her neck and breathe her in.
"That was..." I start.
"Yeah." She can't form words either. "Yeah."
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her hair's wrecked, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are soft in a way I haven't seen in years. She looks like the woman I fell in love with.
"Stay. And I'm not just meaning tonight. I mean, stay even when there’s not a hurricane trapping you here.."
"I'm not going anywhere." She pulls me down for a kiss, soft this time, tender.
I pull her against my chest and my hand strokes down her spine.
"Give me ten minutes," I murmur against her hair. "And I'm going again."
"Ten minutes?" She laughs. "Someone's optimistic."
"Five years, Sunshine." I roll her onto her back, already hardening against her thigh. "I've got a lot of making up to do."
“You do.” Her eyes flutter shut.
Before she drifts off, I can’t help myself. I whisper, "Marry me." The words slip out before I can stop them. The most natural thing in the world.
She opens her eyes and laughs. "Ask me again when you're not post-orgasm delirious."
"I mean it."
"I know you do." She kisses me softly. "Let’s not ruin this. Right now, this is the only place I want to be. But you broke meonce and I’m not ready to find out if you’re going to do it again.” She swallows hard.
“If I get another chance to love you, I won’t fuck it up. I’ll wait.”
“I still don’t even understand what went wrong the first time.” She looks at me.
A million things cross my mind, but I don’t say any of them. Not now. We’re almost there, but not yet.
