Page 113 of Crushed By Love

A wicked grin quirks his lips. “You have no idea what those words just did to me.”

He’s on me in a second, lifting me like I’m weightless. I know I’m a lot smaller than him but I still don’t expect it and I squeal, anticipation building. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his torso, holding on for dear life as he slides his cock home.

I gasp, the oxygen leaving my body. He’s so thick and pressed to the base, seated and full. I don’t think he’s ever been this deep before. “Oh my God,” I gasp.

“Does it hurt?” He kisses my earlobe as he whispers into my ear.

“No,” I’m quick to reply. “I said don’t hold back and I meant it.”

Standing in the middle of the room, the boat lightly rocking from the waves, his hands on my ass and my legs around him, Ethan begins to pump. We both groan. “So fucking good,” I murmur.

“You want more?”

“Please.”

So he does, bending slightly and then thrusting up, harder and faster. My breasts bounce against his chest and I throw my head back, my moan growing louder. I don’t even care. I’ve lost all sense of self-preservation at this point. Make me scream, Ethan. I’ll do it.

He chuckles. “Oh, I plan to.”

Wait—did I just say that out loud? My cheeks flame but there’s no time for embarrassment.

“You’re so perfect,” he growls. “I love you so much.”

“I. Love. You. Too,” I reply between throaty gasps.

I think I say it over and over again, but I can’t be sure because I lose myself in the feel of him. He’s never fucked me like this before. Never so raw, so rough, and so deep. I’m mad for him. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ll be able to feel him inside me for the rest of my life.

I’m getting too close too fast. “Put me down,” I beg.

Let’s do this on the bed. Against the wall. The floor. Anything. But I can’t orgasm with him holding me up like this. It feels too vulnerable, too reliant on him to carry me through it.

“Don’t deny yourself, baby,” he chokes out. “I said hold on and I meant it.” He kisses my lips once. Twice. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Damn it, but I do.

“Then let me take this one. All you need to do is hold on.”

And so I do. My nails dig into his skin and my thighs tighten around him as the climax roars from deep within. It vibrates through my entire body, pleasure pulsing into every corner of my body and soul, and I can’t help but cry.

“I know.” His voice is husky and thick. “Let it all out.”

He doesn’t stop pumping as the orgasm continues. It’s overwhelming. I’ve never felt this good before. Just when I can’t think I can’t take another moment, he continues to hold me there, continues to slam into me, his bare cock hitting deep inside as my wetness grows between us. Even his pelvis is sliding against my clit in the most perfect way. My legs are jelly and my nipples are hard and the added wetness makes the moment stretch into oblivion.

How long can a woman have an orgasm? It feels like forever but I know it’s probably only a few minutes, maybe even a few seconds. And then he’s kissing me, releasing a gasp into my mouth as he spills his seed deep within. It’s a beautiful thing, knowing what I’m doing to him, that he’s releasing a part of himself inside of me.

He holds himself there until we’re both ready to come down from the high, and then he gently sets me down, removing his cock from me, the evidence of our pleasure all over us both. I thought I would find something like this gross but I don’t. It just makes me happy knowing that I’ve surrendered my heart and body to someone I love so deeply.

“That was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had,” he states.

I smile, savoring the heated look in his eye. I know he’ll need more than a few minutes, but if he was ready to go again right now, I would try.

“Mine too.” I nod towards the captains-wheel that’s perfectly framed outside the window. “Now why don’t you take me sailing?”

Suddenly, I’m no longer afraid of boats. I guess Ethan makes me brave.

He chuckles. “Okay Juliet, I’ll take you sailing under one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

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