I raise my leg and hook it over his hip, but he needs no encouragement. I let him take over and slide into that euphoria that he conjures so easily. There’s nothing but pleasure and sensation in his world and under his touch.
“Ah, Amy girl,” he hisses against my neck as his shaft plunges in and out of me in an unhurried rhythm. “You know I love you.”
I smile, so happy, so joyful in this moment. “Is that a question, counselor?”
“No. It’s a declaration.”
I wrap myself around him, arms and legs, until we are fused together. “I love you, too, Flint.”
His lips curve against my shoulder as he drives in, harder, faster, pushing me toward the cliff. I stand there on my curled tiptoes and look for him. He runs behind me, grabs me around the waist and throws me off. We tumble into the ether, holding each other, loving each other, claiming each other.
I’m not alone. I belong to Flint, and he belongs to me. Forever.