Page 104 of Her Wild Coast Promise

“That’s true,” I say, and kiss the crook of her shoulder.

“And maybe it’s a bit big but admit it, when we got it set up you liked it.”

“I love it,” I say, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “Thank you for helping me see the light.”

“It’s in my job description,” she says with a sigh, then stretches again, arching her back so her ass comes in contact with my growing erection. “Robbie go down okay?”

“Like a champ,” I reply, caressing down her arm, then back, brushing over her soft, full breasts.

“So we have a few hours,” she replies in a sultry tone.

Then she must see the box on the nightstand because she shoots me a frown. “What’s that?”

I cup her breast and rub her hardening nipple. “Hmm, not sure. The elves must have stopped by while you were asleep.”

She sighs at my caresses and arches against me. “It’s not Christmas yet.”

“You’ve been extra good this year. You deserve an early present.”

“Seth,” she groans, but I’m not sure if she’s exasperated by my sneaking in a gift after I promised not to “go overboard like I usually do” or if it’s her desire talking.

“Yes, sunshine,” I reply, and plant a kiss behind her ear.

She reaches for my thigh and pulls me closer.

“You want to open it now, or later?” I caress down with the tips of my fingers to where she’s plush and already wet.

“Later,” she pants. I kiss the place behind her ear as I stroke her.

Her hips arch to my touch. Reading her cues, I roll her upper thigh over mine, parting her open for me. I groan into her ear and nibble the soft tip with my teeth. Her pussy gets plush and slick and her breaths come faster. She turns to kiss me, her eyes closed and her lips so perfectly soft. Our tongues lash and swirl together, making the air between us feel supercharged.

I swore to myself I would savor this hour alone with her, but my desire is building too fast. With a groan, I refocus on her, stroking and circling faster, harder, until she unravels for me, letting everything go. My erection throbs against her as she shudders. I pull her on top of me so I can caress her and hold her while she recovers.

We breathe there together for several delicious moments, and then she caresses up and down my side, her touch warm and silky soft, each time brushing over the tip of my cock. She hums a satisfied sigh and shifts her body so she can stroke me.

With a groan, I brush the hair from her face and kiss her. Our lips touch once, twice, each time with more heat, the desire between us spiraling tighter, faster.

“Come here, sunshine,” I say, and lift her thigh over mine, so she’s straddling me. I cup her bottom and urge her closer, bringing our bodies in contact. She’s so deliciously soft and needy, making me crazy. Moving slowly, she rocks up and down against me, taking what she needs. When she’s ready for me, she tilts her hips and I lock into place. I take her face in my hands so I can kiss her as she lowers down.

She gives a whimper, her breath sharp.

“Nice and slow, baby,” I say.

Her face tenses with need. Slowly she rises, then sinks down another inch.

I groan into her mouth. Fuck, she’s incredible.

“Seth,” she says, her tone thick with desire.

“That’s it,” I praise as her body adjusts, taking me deeper. The sensation of moving with her, our bodies connecting, sharing something so precious yet carnal, heats my core from the inside out.

Cora rocks up and down, taking me deeper, until I’m touching the heart of her. She shudders. I cradle her waist, urging her up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm as we kiss. Her full, ripe breasts brush against my chest, her nipples hard. I cup both of them, savoring how soft and smooth she feels. Because she’s more sensitive when she’s nursing, I’m gentle with my lips and tongue.

The first time we made love after the twins were born, both of us were surprised how hot this got her. We laughed about it then, but later she cried in my arms, relieved that I still found her sexy. I held her for a long time, reassuring her with my body, and then with my kisses. I covered every inch of her, taking my time to caress and kiss every curve, every limb, every inch. I loved her even more in that moment, and that love has only grown. It’s impossible to explain—it’s too deep, too visceral, like my heart knows what can’t be formed into words.

Gripping my shoulders, Cora breaks from our kiss to come in a series of sweet cries, her body pulsing around me. It’s almost too much—this love we’ve built from the ground up, a love that we nurture and cherish every day, a love that will last us a lifetime. Gratitude and joy and peace rise through me, expanding, splitting me open as the pleasure zips along for the ride. I press my lips to her jaw as everything I’m holding inside unravels.

“I love you so much, Cora,” I whisper.

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