Garrick moves then, and no words are spoken for some time. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pivots his hips, driving in and out of me in breath-stealing slow strokes that unravel me. We kiss as we rock against one another, our hands exploring every bit of flesh as we discover one another. My hands roam over his back, reveling in the defined muscles and solidity of his form. My fingers dig into his ass cheeks as I try to drive him deeper inside me, desperate for more even when he’s giving me everything. He sucks on my neck, his tongue tracing the path of my collarbone, and his expert fingers pluck and tweak my nipples and grope my breasts.
Garrick pushes my legs back more and picks up his pace, pumping his hard cock inside me as he slams in and out. A line of sweat drips down his back, matching the one tiptoeing down my spine. Our kissing grows more frantic as we both chase our highs. My back lifts off the bed when his lips latch on to my nipple and his teeth graze the sensitive tip.
Flipping me over, he fucks me from behind while urgent fingers rub my clit. The moans escaping my mouth don’t even sound like me as I lose all inhibition, surrendering to the blissful sensations he’s coaxing from my body.
“Tell me when you’re close, baby,” he pants, doing a hip-gyrating maneuver that has him hitting my G-spot, causing me to cry out as stars burst behind my eyes and my orgasm creeps up on me.
“I’m close,” I cry, ramming back against him, needing him deeper, deeper, deeper.
Garrick flips me around onto my back again, thrusting inside me in one powerful lunge I feel deep in my core. “Need to see you come on my cock,” he rasps, grabbing my legs and placing them over his shoulders.
At this angle, he buries himself even deeper, and I’m whimpering and moaning every time he pulls out and slams back in hard, hitting the perfect spot over and over. I’m cresting the mountain, getting closer and closer, and the anticipation is almost killing me, such is my need to come. His eyes bore into mine as he drives hard and fast inside me. My breasts jiggle, and my body is jostled along the bed as he fucks me into oblivion.
“Garrick,” I scream as intense pressure builds to a crescendo in my core. “I’m going to come.”
His fingers move to my clit, and he ruts into me with renewed feverish thrusts. Sweat beads cling to his brow and his chest, and the veins on his neck strain as he roars out his release the second he pinches my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I detonate all over his big cock. I’m crying and screaming as the most intense orgasm rockets through me, barely conscious of the grunts coming from Garrick as he shouts my name, falling apart on top of me as his release powers through him.
We collapse on the bed in a heap of sweaty tangled limbs, and he instantly reaches for me, curling into my body as he holds me tight against him. After a couple minutes, he gets up to dispose of the condom before climbing back under the sheets with me. No words are spoken as we cling to one another, waiting for our bodies and our hearts to fully recalibrate.
Garrick dots kisses into my hair as we embrace, and my heart is a mushy pile of goo behind my rib cage. I have never felt so close to another person as I feel in this moment with him. I press kisses to his sweaty chest as I hold him close, never wanting to let him go.
“Are you okay?” he asks a few beats later, tilting my chin up with one finger.
“I’m perfect.” I smile at him as I inspect his gorgeous face with my fingers. “That was amazing, Garrick, and I already want to do it all over again.”
His answering smile renders my entire body to Jell-O. I’m putty in this man’s hands. He could ask me for anything right now, and I’d give it to him. “You’re amazing, and that was the most incredible experience of my life.” His lips claim mine in the tenderest kiss that also manages to be possessive. “You’re mine now, sunshine.” His arms envelop me in a bear hug. “Mine to protect, love, and shower adoration on.” His dick twitches against my crotch, and fresh need coils low in my belly. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He squeezes my ass, sliding one leg between my thighs and pulling my pussy in flush with his erection. “I hope you have stamina because you’re going to need it.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
Garrick
The weeks fly by, and I wish I could slow them down. I spend my working days alternating between the lumberyard in North Bend and the Woodinville winery, and my nights all belong to Stevie. We are inseparable, spending every spare minute together, and I am so crazy in love with this girl. Date nights are usually dinner or a movie, and they always end with me buried balls deep inside the woman of my dreams because we’re ravenous for one another, and I can’t go a day without touching her.
It’s challenging at her place even if Monica is laid-back and she’s given me permission to stay there. We are loud in the bedroom, and I hate having to hold back. Stevie does too. So, the weeks where I’m at the winery, Stevie usually stays at the cabin with me. It’s only a thirty-minute drive from Ravenna, so it’s doable. North Bend is a little farther, and I don’t like how the burden is always on Stevie to make the trip, so the weeks where I’m working at the lumberyard, we usually just spend weekend nights together.
Stevie has come to dinner at Dad and Dawn’s numerous times, and as I predicted, they love her. My twin brothers have kiddie crushes on her, and they drive her insane when she drops by, begging her to play video games or watch them play basketball. She’s a good sport and readily gives them her time.
Betsy invited my family to dinner at her place after Dad and Dawn returned from Cyprus, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Stevie’s nana put on a lavish spread, and she was profuse in her gratitude. Weekly flower deliveries are now the norm, and Nana personally drops in every Monday with them. Stevie usually accompanies her, sometimes with her mother in tow, and they stay for coffee and cake or occasionally dinner. Dawn and Monica became instant friends, and I couldn’t be happier our families have gelled.
Well, at least part of my family has.
My mother is another matter entirely.
“You should go.” Stevie circles her arms around me from behind, snapping me out of the depressive thoughts starting to swirl through my head. “I can’t hog you forever, and we’ve just had the most amazing vacation where I had you all to myself.”
I gave Stevie plane tickets to Cyprus as the second part of her birthday present the morning after we had sex for the first time. She refused them at first, like I knew she would. But I talked her around.
Although she has a passport, Stevie had never been out of the US, and I loved getting to share that first experience with her. Briefly, I toyed with the idea of inviting Ellen and Will, and Hudson and Hadley, to join us for a few days, but I’m utterly selfish when it comes to my girlfriend, and I didn’t want anyone encroaching on our alone time.
“I wish we could’ve stayed there forever,” I admit, turning around in her arms. I kiss her lips, wishing I didn’t have to leave. Getting to live every second of the last ten days with her was sheer bliss. If I had my way, we’d be moving in together when we return to UO in three weeks, but that’s an argument to be rehashed a different day.
“I know. It’s so idyllic there. Every day, I woke feeling like I was living a fairy tale.” Her arms wind around my neck. “Thank you so much for taking me. It was incredible.”
“Please stop thanking me. All I did was book a flight.” I wanted to pay for everything, but Stevie wouldn’t hear of it, insisting on paying for our meals and excursions because I’d provided the airfares and the accommodations. I love that she’s independent, but I know money is tight, and I hate she was using money saved for her next semester of college to fund our vacation.
We had the worst argument about money before we even stepped on the plane. At one point, I thought she’d back out of the trip altogether, so I had to concede. Biting my tongue when we were in Paphos was hard too, but I knew not to go there again.
I loathe that money is a contentious issue between us. I have more than enough, so why can’t I just pay? We’ll be returning to campus soon where Stevie will resume her two jobs, and we’ll barely have time to see one another. If she had let me pay for things all summer, she would have saved enough to only have to work one job around her studies, and we’d have more time together. I don’t see how it was selfish of me to suggest it, but she went crazy, leveling that accusation when I put it to her like that, and I eventually had to drop it.
