The feeling of his palm covering my breast only makes me needier and drenched. He pinches one nipple, and it nearly sends me over the edge.
We do this for a few minutes, taking our time to explore one another. Finally, when he guides my thighs wider, I know we’ll be rewarded for our patience.
I shift my upper body up and lean against my elbows to watch him align with my pussy then slide in. My head falls back, a gasp leaving my lips because it feels good to be filled up by him.
He groans once then begins to find a pace as he drives in and out of me, his cock glistening from my arousal.
“A fucking perfect fit.”
“Mmm. Deeper,” I request.
He listens, and I wail when he hits me so deep I think I might break in two.
As our skin slaps against one another with every thrust, our foreheads meet, and our open mouths don’t touch; instead, we are sealed by our eyes.
The feeling of something clamped around my finger reminds me that I’m wearing a ring.
“Hailey, I plan on doing this all night. Do you understand?” His voice is thick, and I hear the firmness of his tone.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Tonight is ours, which is why I reach behind his neck to pull him down to me. He stays inside me but stills as we kiss.
“You’re something, you know that?” he says softly against my lips.
I squeeze tighter around his length. “Only because I’m with you.”
Our eyes connect in recognition of the underlying meaning.
Which only leads us into moving in sync with one another, hips rolling and our skin beginning to shine with sweat. We continue this way with no perception of time.
I’ve never taken ecstasy, but I would assume it’s like this.
It feels as though the room is floating colors, but I’m in the safety of his arms as my entire body begins to shake, and I’m so incredibly lost in the feeling that I have no idea what is around me or grasping that I’m going blind.
I’m not sure that I’m even in my body.
It’s only when I come back down to earth and steady my breathing, I remember that the man resting his head against my chest, with the pounding of his heartbeat against my skin, doesn’t just have a wife.
He has me.
Every single part.
I wonder if he grasps the magnitude of that.
22
OLIVER
I’m not sure that Hailey realizes how hard this is. She’s bouncing around like a kid in an ice cream shop. She’s always loved party planning, so much so that it seemed to slip her mind that we are in a room surrounded by everyone we’ve been lying to.
This is the ultimate test.
Then again, I think we are all distracted by the blue decorations on the deck of the River Bell. It’s early evening and the river is still, but the conversation amongst friends and family is buzzing.
A table of buffet food is along one side, a chocolate cake with who knows how many candles or perhaps one of those sparkler things is coming out later. Everyone has a drink and they’re all busy with a conversation with someone next to them.
Looking across, I see that Hailey is talking to one of the young bar staff members with tattoos on his arm who I’m positive is eyeing her up in her casual summer dress that covers all the right places, which fuels me with annoyance, but when Hailey glances my way with a small smile, then it reminds me that she has no interest in him.
