Page 81 of Inseverable (Carolina Beach)

My vision fogs as I’m overcome with lust, my groin clenching and those familiar spasms overtaking me.

“I’m going to come,” I warn between hard draws of air. I curse again when she increases her speed and goes deeper. “Baby. . .”

It’s all I manage cause in truth I don’t want her to stop, I want her to finish me this way.

And she does.

My legs shake and my body coils forward. I release her, splaying my fingers against the wall to keep me steady. Sweat trickles down my back. I groan loud enough for anyone passing to hear. But I don’t care, and neither does she.

She doesn’t stop, taking everything and keeping her pace long after I’m done. “Trin,” I gasp. “Fuck, baby.”

She moans around me, appearing to smile as she continues. In looking at her, she appears satisfied, but I know she’s not. At least not yet.

I’m already hard again, and this time, it’s my turn to please her.

I pop out of her mouth and wrench her upward, spinning her so she’s facing the wall. My teeth trail along the soft curve of her neck. “Open your legs for me,” I whisper against her ear.

With a small sigh and a shudder she complies, knowing what’s coming. I reach around her belly and slide the fingers of my clean hand down. Her breath hitches when I find that spot. She’s already slick, but that’s not good enough. I want her begging me for it. So I begin my massage, slowly at first, increasing my flicks and passes until she’s shaking with need and rubbing against me.

I tug on her ear with my teeth and pass my other hand along her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples, making her whimper with need. “I’m going to make you feel good,” I promise, slipping two fingers inside.

Her head flies back and strikes against my shoulder. “Callahan,” she says, smacking her hands against the walls.

My fingers quicken their pace, working to incite her. She clenches her knees together, spasming hard. One orgasm down, then another, until she’s grinding against me, pleading with me to push inside her.

I ease my way in, trying to be gentle. But once I’m in all the way, I can’t hold back. I clasp her hips, pumping hard, my swears and grunts drowning out hers.

It feels like heaven when I’m inside her, gripped by her possessive hold, surrounded by her heat and want. It’s only because it’s our second time that I last as long as I do. I slow my thrusts, my chest trickling with sweat when I finish once more.

Trin’s body trembles as I press a kiss on her shoulder, and another one behind her ear, wishing I never had to let her go.

“I’m going to pull out? All right?” I ask as her quivers subside and her body begins to cool.

She nods, her head dipped low as if too heavy. My arms wrap around her waist, catching her when we separate. I’m worried I hurt her until she laughs.

“Hmm,” she says. “Maybe I should walk in naked all the time.”

“Maybe you should,” I say. “You won’t hear me complain.”

I don’t release her until I’m sure she won’t fall. As I step back to look at this beautiful thing I call mine, my heart aches a little. As easily as she draws my grin, my laugh, my passion, sometimes it hurts so damn bad to look at her. But I don’t tell her. She won’t understand that this is the best kind of pain I’ve ever felt.

She turns around, smiling as she extends her arms. Splotches of light blue cover her breasts, stomach, and left hip. “See?” she says. “If I hadn’t gotten naked, all this paint would be splattered on my cute clothes.

She struts to me, smiling as I gather her in my arms. She tilts her head when she realizes I’m not smiling back.

“Why?” I ask her.

She knows I’m no longer talking about the paint or anything we did.

“Why what, hon?”

I take in her face and how easily our bodies conform against each other. “Why did I have to wait so long for God to bring you into my life?”

Her brown eyes brim with tears. I cup her cheek, stroking the first tear that trickles down her face. “I love you, Trinity,” I tell her, because it’s true, and I’ve already waited long enough.

She covers her mouth, trying to stifle a cry before throwing her arms around me.

These are good tears I tell myself as I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek. She’s the one who’s been missing, the perfect person to come in my life and save me.

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