Emotions overwhelmed me even as my body throbbed impatiently. “Arran.”
And then he was over me again. His lips brushed mine, softly, sweetly, surprising me. He he pushed up onto one hand and curled his other around my thigh, opening me, and thrust inside.
Hard.
I gasped his name in utter pleasure. Our eyes held as my breath scattered and as he moved inside me, thick, hot, deep, so deep. Every time he pulled out, tingles exploded down my lower spine. I whimpered, and his grip on my thigh tightened.
He let go only to lift my legs so my hips and ass came up off the bed. His large hands held the backs of my thighs, keeping me at this angle as he got up on his knees. And then he powered hard into me.
It was our favorite position because Arran always hit my G-spot like this. Incredible pleasure seized my whole body. I was acutely sensitive to the heat flushing through me, the slickening of my skin, the feel of Arran’s hard muscle beneath my hands, and of him pounding into me, hitting that perfect spot.
I wasn’t cognizant of anything. I knew I was saying words, but they were incoherent. I heard his grunts; I heard my whimpers. I smelled his cologne and sweat mingling with mine. The bliss built and built inside.
And then I shattered, an exquisite release undulating through me. “I love you!” I cried, my eyes fluttering as it rushed through my entire body. My inner muscles clamped around Arran, the sensation so sexy, I never wanted it to end. It felt like it would never end.
Expletives fell from Arran’s lips as his hips slammed hard against mine. Stilled. And then they jerked as he throbbed inside me with his release. “I love you!” he cried out in return and then fell over my body, his face buried in my neck as he shuddered long and hard.
Our chests rose and fell against each other as we tried to catch our breaths. Love consumed me as I curled my fingers in his hair and whispered his name. Arran lifted his head, and we gazed at each other, recognizing the miracle of this, before our lips drew together. I kissed him, sweet and deep. He kissed me back, and I rolled until I was on top of him. His hands caressed my back, my hair, my ass as we kissed, and I writhed against him, needing more, wanting him hard again, ready.
I didn’t have to wait long, and this time I explored him, feeling possessive, almost like I had ownership over his body. I rode him slow, the desperation of our need eased by the explosive wake-up sex. Dragging my nails down Arran’s hard stomach, I moved up and down on him, and I felt my power as he gripped my hips and devoured the sight of me on top of him.
“Fuck, fuck.” He squeezed me harder. “I fucking love you so much.”
I would never get sick of hearing it.
In fact, whatever he saw in my face made Arran climax first, and as his hips bucked beneath mine, his features tight with pleasure, I came just from the sight of him losing himself in me.
38
EREDINE
I had three different people in my classes that day ask me what had put me in such a good mood. Since I couldn’t tell them my boyfriend had given me multiple orgasms that morning and told me he loved me for the millionth time, I just smiled and said it was a good day.
It was an amazing day.
Maybe it sounded cheesy, but it almost felt like the first day of my life really beginning again. That meant Kia and Granny were on my mind too. I knew Granny would be more than happy that I’d found a place with the Adair family. She’d grown up in a big family, but tragically, three of her five siblings died fairly young, and her remaining brother and sister left the country for new lives in Australia and the UK. They traded letters back and forth over the years, but Granny never got on a plane to visit like she always said she would. Then she passed away, and it was too late.
I knew she’d missed having a big family around, and when she talked about Kia and me giving her great grandkids, I knew she was wishing for that feeling again. It broke my heart that I hadn’t been able to give that to her in time, but Granny believed in Heaven, and so I liked to think of her looking down on me, so happy I’d found that big family she’d always wanted for us.
And Kia would’ve loved Arran. She loved anyone who treated me well. She might even have been a little envious because she and I were possessive of each other’s affection. We were happy for the other to be in a romantic relationship (except for Ezra Jefferson, of course), but I think we secretly never wanted the other to meet someone we might fall intensely in love with for fear it might change our twin connection.