“Sweetness?” I question. Am I hurting her? Should I pull out? Can I pull out? Sweat beads across my forehead.
“No. No. Don’t stop. It feels so good.” She tugs on my waist.
I grow dizzy at her words. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I plunge forward, closing the distance, thrusting so hard and deep I push her off the clothes I laid down. I drag her back. “Sweetness, hang on. I can’t hold out any longer.”
“I want it,” she declares.
I pull her legs up and pound into her, pouring out all my desire into her. “Sweetness, you feel so fucking good. You’re so wet, so tight. So…” I don’t have the words for it. I only know what I feel and that is I love her. I love her more than my mom, Davis, life itself. “I love you, Chandler. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ll love you until I die. Stay with me always.”
“I promise I will,” she says with shining eyes. “I love you too.”
It’s her words more than anything that make me come. I wanted her to come first, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Cum jets out of me, filling her cunt, spilling out onto my thighs and hers. Distantly, I feel her throb and pulse around me, tightening her grip on my cock and then shouting out her own release.
I give one last thrust and then collapse by her side. She curls into me, spreading soft kisses along my collarbone, my cheek, my neck. In between, she mouths the words, I love you, I love you, and my own heart sings. Life is so damn good.Chapter SixteenChandlerI’m terrible, but I can’t help myself. I lie on the love seat across from the pool table pretending to be lost in a book while Davis and Berkley play pool. Mike and Sy are playing some shooter game on the giant television, and no one is paying me a lick of attention.
Except my Berkley. His eyes slide my way more often than they should, considering the fact that we’re trying to keep this whole thing under wraps. Something that we’ve done pretty well so far.
It’s hard though. I thought spending more time with Berkley would make things easy when we’re around people. He’s always in my bed at night, and we spend every moment we can alone. You would think with all the time we spend together that whenever we’re in a group we’d be okay not touching and or kissing. But that’s not the case with us.
If anything, it’s gotten harder. My fingers itch to play with his hair. To come up behind him and rest my head on his back while I wrap my arms around him. He must have forgotten where we were earlier and pulled me down into his lap when I’d walked past him. Luckily, Mrs. Knox was the only one in the room at the moment.
Davis moves around the table to set up his next shot. I let my legs fall open, my sundress riding up higher on my thighs. I see Berkley stand up straighter, his hand gripping the pool stick tighter. I was never fond of dresses until Berkley.
I didn't understand the appeal of them. Now I totally get it. They have quickly become one of my favorite things to wear. They work well for our stolen moments together. It’s quicker for Berkley to get his hands on me when I wear one. And I‘m finding I’ll do just about anything to have his touch. As much as I hate the fact that we have to hide what we mean to each other so that no one will get upset, I have to say that I rather enjoy taunting my man. I run my finger up my thigh this time, slowly caressing myself back and forth as I watch Berkley’s eyes heat.
Davis misses his shot. He lets out a few curses before he grabs his beer and takes a long drink of it, waiting for Berkley to take his turn.
“Come on. It’s your shot.” Davis punches him in the arm. “Stop daydreaming about the Monroe twins.” My legs instantly fall closed. Who the hell are the Monroe twins?
“Bet he doesn't even know who the Monroe twins are,” Sy says before he shouts about Mike taking a cheap kill shot at him. I don’t think he knows who they are, but I still don’t like to think about Berkley daydreaming about anyone besides me.
“Who?” Berkley asks, making both Sy and Mike chuckle.
“Take the shot.” I turn my head toward him, giving him a smile. He lines up a shot, not paying attention at all as I sit up. I feel the cool air on my sex and have no doubt he gets a glimpse of it as he shoots.