Page 79 of Promise You Forever

One of his calloused palms moves ever so slowly down my stomach, stopping right at the top of my panties. He dips a fingertip below the band, running it back and forth so tantalizingly slow.

“I want you.”

“Obviously,” he chuckles. “What part of me? And where?”

“Your fingers. Your mouth. Your cock. I don’t care, I just need to feel you.”

His fingers hook into my panties and drag them down my legs. “That’s a good girl telling me what you need.” His thumbruns along the length of my slit, hovering over my clit. “All you have to do is ask, and I’ll give you whatever you need.”

He slides down my body, nestling my thighs against his shoulders as he lowers his mouth to my core. His tongue explores my folds, lapping at the desire pooling between my thighs. My hips rock against his face as he teases me, fluttering his tongue over my clit as he slides two fingers inside me.

“You know what you taste like?” He looks up at me.

“What?” I barely manage to form the right word as he crooks his fingers, hitting that magical spot that only he seems to be able to find.

“Mine.”

With that he dives back into my center, relentlessly eating my cunt until heat ricochets through my body on a wave of pleasure so dark I see stars. Just as my orgasm begins to taper off, he stands and slides deep inside me. I’m so wet there’s no resistance.

His jeans are stuck around his thighs, but he grips my hips, pausing at the sensation of filling me so perfectly. He closes his eyes, lips parted as he fights for control of himself. As soon as I roll my hips against him, his eyes fly open, their icy depths swirling a mix of love and lust.

“I can’t hold back,” he says.

“I don’t want you to,” I reply.

He grabs me by the back of the thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. Then he lifts both legs, so they rest against his chest, and ruts against me. Everything feels infinitely bigger and tighter and deeper at this angle. I have to grip the edge of the mattress to not move back as he thrusts inside me. His breathing grows labored, deep pants fills the room as he fucks me, and my pussy begins to quake.

Another orgasm slams into me like a freight train. He follows right behind, my name leaving his lips with a growl ofsatisfaction. He stays buried inside of me until we both quit trembling. As he pulls out, he runs a finger along my folds and pushes all his cum back inside.

“You will never not be filled with me,” he says when he looks up. “That’s a promise.”

After we get cleaned up and crawl back in bed together, I prop my head on his chest. “You should just bring your things down here when I do.”

The hand that was running up and down my spine stills. “You want me to move in here with you?”

I pause, suddenly worried I’m moving too soon. “I mean we’re living in the same house, and you’re my boyfriend, so why wouldn’t you? I get it if it’s too soon though. I was just thinking from a practicality standpoint.”

“Stop.” He tugs gently on a lock of my hair. “I’d love to. I actually moved out of the room upstairs and back into my cabin though. I didn’t know how much time and space you would need before we were back together. I wanted to honor your wishes. Call me your boyfriend again.”

“What do you want to do, boyfriend?”

“If I had it my way, someday wife,” he pauses to tilt my head up so he can look into my eyes, “we would never spend a night apart from each other for the rest of our lives.”

“I like the sound of that.” I press a kiss to his lips. Hearing him call me wife does something to me that I’ve never experienced. I want this with a certainty that should scare me but instead makes me feel calm. I’m at peace with an open heart. He’s shown me over the past few months how much he cares for me, that he’ll be a steady force in my life. A soft place to land when things get hard.

Two suitcases await my attention in the laundry room. I open them up to start sorting and come across the letter from Grams. I just shoved it inside right when I got back to Amber’s apartment after dinner with my parents. I didn’t want to lose it, but then it completely slipped my mind.

I set it aside to sort my laundry and get a load started. After I get a cup of coffee, I take it and curl up on the sofa with a blanket to read it.

Dearest Eli,

At the time that I’m writing this, your grandfather has just been diagnosed with dementia. You’re finishing your MBA and dating some LA real estate agent that you met in college. If you’re receiving this letter, it means something happened, and I’m no longer living. I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you about your grandfather before I passed away. He is a proud man, and we both worried that you would want to come back and help us at the risk of your future.

I’m writing this so you know how proud we are of you, sweetheart. In a million lifetimes we couldn’t have asked for a better granddaughter. You have become the brilliant, intelligent woman we alwaysknew you would be. Your heart is unmatched. We know the way you grew up wasn’t the easiest, your parents were at best distracted. But where you could have become jaded, you blossomed into a loving, warm, and funny woman.

What I’m about to touch on is a delicate topic. I know that something happened between you and Luke the summer you stayed with us. I would regularly see him sneaking into and out of your room. I can only imagine what you were up to (wink wink). I wish I knew what happened to make you leave so suddenly in tears and never come back.

Luke hasn’t been the same either, in some ways he’s better. He’s finally seeking help for the grief of losing Amy. It’s helping, I can see more of the old Luke coming back every day. But at the same time, every time he walks in the room, and I have you on speakerphone, he looks like he’s been kicked in the stomach but can’t turn away.

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