Page 85 of Never Say Never

Mine.She is mine.

I’ve never felt luckier in my life.

“Tuck.” Her legs fall open ever further. “I need you.”

I think that this is when it’s over for me. My heart feels like wild horses in my chest. She’s perfect. We’re finally together. She isn’t going anywhere.

She whimpers when I tease her with the head of my cock, sliding over her slick entrance. She’s soaked.Fuck me.

“Please, Tuck.” She goes up on her elbows as she watches me tease her clit, her thighs beginning to tremble. Her hips rock up and down, needing more. I lean forward capturing her mouth then I line myself up with her entrance and sink inside.

“Yes.” She lets out a sated moan, her fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs.

I start slow, my cock so sensitive, I know there’s no way I’m going to last. I play with her nipples, tugging hard on one and then the other. I reach my hand between her legs and thrust into her harder and faster.

“You feel so good. You’re perfect, Daisy. Nobody will ever see you like this again. Only me. I’m the only one who gets to fuck this body. Say it, Dais. Tell me I’m the only one.”

“Tuck.” She moans and gasps, arching her back, gripping the sheets.

“Say it, rebel. Say it now. I need to hear you say it.”

“Only you,” she manages to get out. “Only you will ever fuck me like this.”

“Good girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”

And then I’m picking up the pace, driving myself deeper with every thrust.

“Right there, Tuck. Please. Don’t stop.”

My name on Daisy’s lips is all it takes to come hard, my limbs shaking, emptying inside her until my body is spent and lifeless. I want to end every day like this, hearing my name on her lips as she’s coming undone, for the rest of my life. This girl is everything I want. Everything I need.

I kiss her hard as she clings to me, my one hand on her jaw, the other in her hair. I can’t get close enough to her if I try.

“I think it’s obvious how much I missed you.” I kiss her again, slowly pulling out of her before climbing out of bed. I walk tothe bathroom to find a washcloth then I crawl back into bed and clean up the mess that I made.

“Should we wander around Italy?” she asks, sitting up in bed, pulling the bedsheet over her chest. I shrug, then I climb into bed next to her, wrapping her up in my arms.

“I think I’d rather stay here naked in bed with you.”

“I think I’d like that too.”

I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.

THIRTY-TWO

IS THIS REAL? AM I HALLUCINATING?

Daisy

The piazza is relatively quiet at this time of day, with only a few people wandering the streets. We’re still sitting outside a little café where we bought pastries and cappuccinos, the morning sun already warming our skin, and the scent of coffee beans and sugar tempting our noses.

We should get going with our day–there is so much I want to show Tucker–but neither of us seems able to summon the energy.

There was so much making up for lost time to do yesterday. How long had we been in bed? The sky darkened and my tiny hotel room went black until we were silhouettes, but it didn’t stop us. We finally fell asleep, sated and spent, around three in the morning.

We’re exhausted today, but it doesn’t matter. I needed him just as much as he needed me.

But this morning there were things Tucker wanted to say. He told me all about the talk he had with his dad, how Uncle Mark had apologized then told him he was proud of him.

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