It's fucking heaven.
I fill her with steady thrusts. Again and again.
She pulls back to gasp.
I claw at her back.
She rocks her hips. Groans my name.
It's a whisper. But it's enough to send me over the edge.
I bring my lips to her neck to suck on her skin.
Thrusting into her as I come.
I spill every drop.
Fuck.
It's like I haven't come in months.
Every part of me feels good. Relaxed. Spent.
But I need her coming too.
I muffle her with one hand. Slide the other down her torso.
And I stroke her. Harder and harder. Until she's groaning against my palm.
There. I keep that same pressure. That same pace.
I stroke her until she's coming on my hand, groaning against my palm, clutching at the tile.
I keep her pressed against the counter.
And I tilt her head and bring my lips to hers.
And I kiss her like I'll never get enough of her.
Because I won't.
Not ever.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kaylee
"You sound happy," Grandma says. "Boy problems must be over."
I am happy. At least about the boy problems. The continuing vagueness about her condition—not so much.
"It's good. He's... we're good."
"Good how?"
I fall onto my bed on my back. Press my cell to my ear. It's just good. What else is there to explain? "He forgave me and we—"
"Had makeup sex?"