Never. I’ll never stop doing everything I can to please her. To have her writhing in my arms, her face flushed and her eyes glassy with ecstasy.
I cup her breast with one hand, squeezing it and thumbing her nipple until it’s pink and perky and begging for my lips. With a growl, I suck it in my mouth and graze it with my teeth as I slam into her. She cries out, arching her back and shoving more of her tit into my mouth.
Sitting back, I grab hold of her waist and angle her up so I can fuck her deeper. Her tits bounce and she claws at bedding like a feral cat. Dropping my gaze, I watch as my cock slides in and out of her, savoring the way her pink lips cling to my shaft.
The way her pussy is squeezing my cock is so perfect, that it’s not long before I feel that pressure building up again deep in my stomach. Fuck, I’m going to come. I need to come!
But I try to fight it. Her first. I need to push her over the edge one more time before I let myself fall apart.
“I want to make you come,” I growl. “Tell me how, baby. Tell me exactly what to do to make you come.”
She gasps and wraps her arm around my neck, pulling me down until she can lock her lips against mine in a fierce kiss.
“Pinch my clit,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Pinch it then rub it harder.”
Fuck… her commands are so hot, and I quickly move to comply. I rub her clit before pinching the little bud lightly. She thrashes her head back and forth across the pillows, her legs squeezing me tighter as I continue to pound into her while rubbing her throbbing clit.
Within moments, her pussy is seizing around me and her body jerks and trembles as she screams my name. Her orgasm is hot and hard and triggers my own. Shoving my cock into her with a few last, brutal thrusts, I shout out for her as I pour my come deep inside her.
The world seems to come to a halt around us, and all that matters is the pleasure and the point of our connection. It’s more than physical… I feel this soul-deep bond with her as we cling toeach other and ride out our orgasms together. There’s a part of me that instinctively knows that I’ll never experience anything like this with another woman. Only Rylee can make me feel like this.
Only she can make me break apart into millions of pieces like this and put me back together again.
Rylee. Only Rylee.
The woman I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
I will never want anyone the way I want her.
By the time our orgasms pass, and we’re nothing but sweaty, panting heaps of limbs tangled together, I’m already trying to think of ways I can make sure to keep this woman with me always. Fuck, I hope she feels as strongly for me as I do for her… because I don’t know if I can ever go back to living without her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: FALLING APART AT THE SEAMS
RYLEE
Before I know it,it’s almost mid-November. I’ve gotten all the shots of Zander I need for his article —not to mention, many shots just for me — and just need to get the team photo for the other feature, which I have scheduled to take place soon. All-in-all, work is going great and I’ll be able to wrap things up sooner rather than later.
Of course, that’s a bit of a bittersweet thought, and one Zander and I have been avoiding talking about. I’m so happy being with him, but I was never going to stay in Denver and we both knew that when we started this thing. The idea of long distance makes us both anxious, I know, but if Zander wants this to work out, he needs to figure out how he’s going to be with me once I’m back in Nashville. If he can’t… Well, I’d hate to find out after everything we’ve gone through that he wasn’t worth it in the end because he wouldn’t fight for me.
Part of me wonders if I should just break-up with him now before he has a chance to do it to me instead. No matter how hard I try to shove them down, my old fears just keep creeping to the surface. Whenever I think about a future with Zander,there’s a thought in the back of my head that it’s just going to blow up, like it did with Miles, and I’m going to be heartbroken and alone all over again.
It’s a gut-wrenching idea, and one I try to shove to the back of my mind as often as I possibly can. I don’t want it to taint the happiness I’ve been experiencing with him. Nor do I want to give up the comfort of the routine we have fallen into.
One of the things we’ve come to love doing together is running. Every Saturday morning, we’ll go on a long run together. Today is no different, and once we’re finished with our run, we make our way back to the apartment, sweaty, breathless, and energized.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Zander says once we step through the door. We stop in the kitchen and he sets his phone and keys on the island.
“Okay,” I nod. “I’ll start breakfast.”
Grinning, he drops a kiss on top of my head then makes his way toward the hallway, stripping his shirt off as he goes and giving me a delicious view of his glistening, muscled back.
God, that man is so fucking fine.
Once he disappears from sight, I cross to the fridge and open it to start pulling out ingredients for French toast. As I’m setting everything on the island, Zander’s phone starts going off. I ignore it and it eventually stops, but then it starts buzzing a second time. When it starts buzzing a third time, I let out a sigh and move to the hall.
“Zander!” I call out. “Your phone keeps going off.”
He cracks the bathroom door open and responds, “Can you bring it to me?”
