Page 89 of What if I Told You

“Fuuuuck, Ella.”

“I think I’m going to come!”

“Go for it, baby. Ride me harder. You won’t break me. Fucking take my cock all the way.”

The overstimulation throughout my body is too much to bear. He circles his tongue around my nipple one last time and I’m screaming his name and wrapping my arms around his neck as my orgasm rips through me so hard my body convulses.

“Oh fuck! Ella! You’re fucking milking me with your…fuuuuuckinghell.” August holds me tightly against his chest as he explodes inside me. With one hand on my back, his other hand palms the back of my head. He buries his face in my neck as we both breathe through our shattering orgasms.

“August…” I pant, barely able to make a sound. “That was…”

“I know, El. I know.”

We both know. It’s like we’ve both been waiting our whole lives for this very moment. This very grouping of minutes between us when we would be able to let the world wash away and spend the time together, just the two of us, raw, naked, explorative, and wanting.

And every single second of it was more memorable than I could have ever imagined.

“Sweet Jesus Christ. Ella.”He gasps. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

Relaxed and lounging in the oversized bathtub in Auggie’s bathroom, my hand rests at the base of my neck as I recall some of what he said to me last night in the throes of passion.

“You’ve made me so fucking hard by simply existing…”

“You’re perfect like this, Ella.”

“I think you were made for me.”

Everything about last night was magical.

The sense of humor he had in agreeing to play my game.

The way he touched me with a gentle need.

The sincerity with which he spoke to me.

August made me feel special.

Like I really meant something to him.

He didn’t make me feel cheap or like I was just another wet and willing woman.

I was his.

And he was mine.

And I don’ think I’ve been able to wipe the smile from my face ever since. My phone dings where it sits on the shelf by the tub so I reach for it, wondering who could be writing me this late in the morning.

Paige

Bran is itching to set a date, but I just can’t decide! Do I want a spring wedding because it’s such a pretty time of year with all the flowers and pastel colors? Or do I want a fall wedding because Tuft Swallow in the fall is so beautiful now that I’ve lived here through the season and can attest to its beauty? I don’t know what to do!

Me

Just don’t have a winter wedding because New England in the winter has the potential to be brutal. I vote fall. You’re right. All of upper New England is beautiful in the fall.

Paige

But then we have to wait a whole other year to get married! And depending on the timing, I have to make sure you can be there. I need you as my maid of honor!

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