The sexiest smile came across her face as she took my fingers and straddled me, her knees pressing into the couch cushion below, her hands clasping my shoulders.
I gripped the base of my cock, aiming it toward her pussy, her body high and ready for my tip. She rotated in a circle, grinding over my crown, and as I broke through, her pussy fucking hugging me, I moaned so goddamn loud. “Emily ...”
“I know.” Her head fell back. “I feel the same way.”
My hands flattened against her back, my mouth on her nipple as she began to buck against me. The harder she pounded me, the more I sucked, taking that firm bud into my mouth and gnawing the end with my teeth. I moved to the other side, making sure both tits got equal attention, and when her nails pierced my skin, I knew she was close again.
So was I.
I reached down, thumbing her clit, and she yelled, “Ooo, yeah!”
As she swayed her body forward and back, I folded my arms around her, and I arched my hips upward. “Goddamn,” I groaned. “Keep fucking me.”
As soon as those words left my mouth, her speed increased. “Gavin! I’m going to come!”
“Let me hear it. Let me fucking feel it.”
Each of her moans drew my orgasm that much closer, and when I felt her pussy contracting, I could no longer hold it off. “Ughhh,” I hissed before I meshed our lips together. “Ah, yes!” The surge was moving through me, drawing the cum to my tip, and every time her cunt pumped me, I filled her with another shot. “Fuck, Emily ...” Stream after stream came out of me until there was nothing left.
She was spent, too, her breath releasing in pants, her eyes and lips looking so satiated, her movements slowing until she was frozen on top of me. “Wow.”
“That was”—I shook my head—“I don’t even know how to describe it besides calling it incredible.”
“Agreed.” Her nails pulled back, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Boat sex. I can now add that to my list of things I never thought I’d do. It fits perfectly under elevator foreplay.” She smiled and laughed.
“What about supply-closet sex? Shouldn’t that make your list?”
“And office sex at the Bears arena.” She nodded.
I laughed. “Oh yes, that was a good one.”
“Aw, my Gavin.” She put her lips on mine. “I’m starting to believe you have something against having sex in a bed.”
Epilogue
Gavin
A year and a half later
At the beginning, the months following Sarah’s death, I heard her voice. I’d hear it in my dreams, bolting me awake. And in the dark, when I was drinking to forget. But after a few months, when I finally put the bottle down and I returned to the land of the living, I stopped hearing her. I also stopped feeling like she was watching over me.
But I never stopped believing she was watching over our son.
From somewhere far above, she was extremely proud of everything she saw. Of his accomplishments. His athleticism. The way he was maturing. His kindness, tenderness, and the way he loved.
Ben wasn’t just a good boy. He was an honest boy. Genuine. Sweet and caring.
Like his mother.
Although I’d never married Sarah, I’d never proposed—things that would have happened in the future had life worked out differently—I made her a promise the moment we found out she was pregnant. I promised I would take care of them both.
I never told Emily we had that promise in common, that she wasn’t the only one who felt like she’d let Sarah down.
I did too.
I couldn’t protect her. I couldn’t prevent what had happened inside her body.
But from the moment our son was born, I did everything in my power to keep him safe. To keep him healthy. To keep him surrounded by people who loved him fiercely.
