I slide into her quick and fast, and she grunts as she wraps her legs around my hips. I move in and out of her slowly. I want to savor this.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moans, arching her back, her breasts pushing against my chest. I love the feel of her breasts against my skin. I love the way she fits into me. I love the way she whimpers and shivers and holds onto me like I’m an anchor in the ocean and only I can save her. “Luke.” She whines my name and it has never sounded sexier.
I hold the side of her face and kiss her softly. I continue thrusting inside of her, loving the feel of being in her—like a puzzle piece that fits just right. We are two lego pieces that just click into place.
“That Ed Sheeran song should play right now, don’t you think?” I whisper against her lips.
“What do you mean?” She tilts her head slightly. “Which one?”
“Lego House.” I run my fingers across her nipple and she arches her back, a loud wail escaping her perfectly pouted lips as I squeeze it.
“Why do you say that?” She can barely speak as her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
“Cos we’re like lego pieces. We fit together perfectly.”
“If you say so,” she says, giggling slightly.
I pause, and she groans and looks at me with wide-open eyes.
“Why did you stop?”
“If you don’t think we’re like a puzzle piece?—”
“Haha, really, Luke?”
“What?” I say, teasing her. “I don’t want to give you something that you so obviously aren’t enjoying.”
She glares at me. “You really want to play these games? Because I will withhold sex from you forever if you don’t continue.”
“So, are you asking me to give you the best sex of your life?”
“I never said that,” she says.
I press the tip of my cock against her entrance again, and she moans.
“Luke—”
“What is it? Or is it not the best sex of your life?”
“Fine. It’s the best.”
I slide into her hard, and she screams, her fingernails digging into my back.
“You want to go on a boat ride today? Maybe we can ask Juniper and Rafe if they want to come.”
“I can’t think about that right now,” she mumbles as she bites down on my shoulder.
I feel her back arching as she holds on to me, squeezing me tighter and tighter as I move faster and faster. I love how she makes me feel. I love how being inside of her makes me feel.
I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks on it as I thrust faster and harder, and then we’re coming together. I’m exploding inside of her, and she orgasms. Then we lie back, panting.
I lazily stroke the side of her face, and she moans.
“That was a pretty awesome way to wake up—I’m not going to lie.” She grins at me. “Feel free to do that every morning that you’re still here in town.”
She pauses slightly as we both realize what her words mean.
There’s going to come a point when I have to go back to New York City, and she’s going to be here, and I don’t want that point to be the end of whatever we have. I don’t want that point to be something that leaves us both feeling anxious. I want her to want to be with me. I want her to fully give herself to me in love. I want her to know that we will make it. We will defy the odds because there is no one that could have a better relationship than us.
