Page 32 of Marry Your Best Friend

She nods, and I position myself at her core. Islowly enter her, giving her time to adjust to me. I look down at where we’re connected, and the jolt of what we’re doing hits me hard in the chest. She may not realize it, but she is mine now. There’s no going back from this. She already has my heart, but I’m not going to stop until she has my ring on her finger.

“Don’t stop,” Chrissy begs of me.

I’m panting from holding back, giving her time. “There’s no stopping now. Fuck, you feel good, baby.”

She’s so tight, and the more I say to her, the tighter she clamps down on me. When I enter her completely, she gasps and tenses. “Breathe, baby. You gotta breathe.”

She exhales a big breath, and I pull back my hips and then plunge back inside her. She throws her head back on the pillow and moans. “Yes!”

I drive into her with complete abandon. She puts her feet on the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust. When she closes her eyes, I lean over her, pushing her knees to her sides. She takes me deeper, and her eyes fly open. “Yes, keep your eyes on me, Chrissy. I want you to look at me while I claim you. I need you looking at me, baby.”

She leans up, putting her hands on myshoulders, and then she kisses me. It’s a smashing of teeth, filled with grunts and sliding of tongues. It’s messy and perfect. When she pulls back, she’s smiling at me, and it takes me close to the edge.

I bring my hand up between us, sliding my finger to her swollen nub. “Can you give me another orgasm? One more. I want to come with you.”

I swear she gets hotter and slicker. I punch my hips, and the instant her orgasm hits, she tenses. I pump my hips as the orgasm takes over my body. I don’t stop until I’ve completely filled her up, painting her insides.

I’m hovering over her, trying to keep my weight off her, and she puts her arms around me and pulls me until I’m lying on top of her. We’re both panting and our bodies are slick, but I could stay just like this forever.

Reluctantly, I lift up.

“Where are you going?”

She can’t think I’m leaving after that. I lean over her and kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m going to get something to clean us up.” She’s looking at me worriedly. “I’ll be right back.”

She nods and releases me.

I pull out of her, get off the bed, and walk intothe bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I grab a cloth and soak it under the warm water and then go back to where she’s lying. She has her legs together, and I push her knees apart. She seems surprised. “Gabe!”

I just shake my head at her. “Honey, I don’t think now is the time to be shy.”

When I try again, she lets me push her knees apart. Her pussy is swollen, and I take my time cleaning her up. After tossing the cloth in the hamper, I lie down beside her.

She’s on her side and I’m on mine, but that’s not going to work for me. “I figured you for a cuddler.”

She turns and looks at me. “I wasn’t sure if—”

I hold a hand out to her. “Come over here, baby.”

She scoots over to me, and I help position her until she’s lying halfway on top of me and our legs are wound together.

She lets out a sigh of relief, and I hold her tighter. I know we have a hundred things we need to talk about, but right now, but I want to just lie here and hold her. When her breathing deepens and slows, I know she’s falling asleep. I rest my chin against her head and think about how this could bemy life. This right here is what I want, and I’m going to do everything I can to make it happen because being with Chrissy and loving her is one of the best things I’ve ever done. I’m going to do everything I can to be the man she needs.

15

CHRISSY

It’s early in the morning, and normally I’d be up by now, but I’m not moving. Heck, I’m afraid to even take a breath because I don’t want to wake up Gabe. He is holding on to me like he never wants to let me go. I want to lie in his arms and imagine that this is my life and that from here on out, we’re going to be together.

Last night meant everything to me.

There’s a nagging feeling inside me, but I refuse to give in to it. Not until Gabe and I are able to talk will I give in to it, and then hopefully I won’t have to.

Gabe’s phone rings, and he just groans and tightens his hold on me. When the phone rings again, I murmur, “That’s your phone.”

He grunts. “Fuck.”

He sits up and leans over to pick his phone up off the nightstand. He is still holding on to me as he speaks into it. “Yeah.” He’s quiet for a minute. “No, no, it’s okay. I’ll be there. It’s fine. Hold on.”

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