Page 82 of Mistaken Intention

He smiles. “You want to come again?”

“I want you inside me.”

“Then take me,” he says.

“How?”

His smile widens. “Just sit up a little.” I do as he says, and he pulls me back slightly, and lowers me right onto his erection.

I let out a gasp as he impales me, stretching me again, and then I settle on to him, so he’s as deep as he can go, before he pulls me back into his arms.

“Better?” he says and I nod my head.

“Much better.”

Holding me close, he raises his legs a little, steadies his feet, and starts to move beneath me. He can’t pull out very far, but he goes so deep, I don’t care… the movement is enough, and when he lets his fingers play gently over my clitoris again, it sends me over the edge. This time, there’s less tension in my body, and Ilet it fall through realm after realm while he hammers into me, only slowing when I start to calm.

“Y—You didn’t come,” I stutter, getting my breath back.

“No. I don’t need to… not every time. Just watching you is enough.” He grasps my chin, turning my head and tipping it back so he can kiss me. “Just loving you is enough.”

I sink into him, losing myself in his kisses, ignoring the nagging doubt at the back of my mind… the one that says he might not feel that way when he finds out the truth.

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Drew

I meant it when I said loving Josie is enough.

It is.

It’s all I’m ever going to want… although that doesn’t mean I’ve had my fill of her yet.

I need more.

I think I’ll always need more. I break the kiss, holding her steady as I look down into her upturned face.

“Would you like to shower with me?”

“Shower? Together?”

“Sure. Why not?”

Her eyes sparkle, giving me her answer before she’s even said, “Yes,” which she does with a husky nuance to her voice.

With great reluctance, I lift her off of me, sliding out from under her, and shifting to the edge of the bed. I stand, lookingback, as she lies where I left her, and for a moment, I wonder about suggesting we leave it for a while, so she can rest, but then she glances up at me, seeming to come back to life, and I offer my hand. She accepts it, letting me pull her from the bed and into the bathroom.

I’ve only been in this room once, when I briefly looked around on the day Josie and I arrived back from the hospital, but I remember it better from the other day, when I stood and watched her shower, the sun dappling off of her perfect skin. I may have wondered then about striding in here and claiming her, but in reality, I never thought that dream would come true. It seemed too much to hope for that I’d be in here with her, or that I’d have been able to tell her I love her, and that she’d love me back.

But here we are…

I lead her underneath the enormous waterfall shower head, turning it on, as Josie raises her head, her gaze raking over my chest, pausing for a while on my lips, and then settling on my eyes.

“I love you so much,” she whispers, leaning against me, her breasts crushed against my chest. I bring one arm around her, holding her close, while cupping her cheek with my other hand.

“I love you, too.”

I cover her lips with mine in a frantic kiss, our tongues clashing, our hands everywhere. I was only inside her a few minutes ago, but it doesn’t feel like it. This kiss feels more like we’ve been starved of one another, like our lives depend on the connection I’m about to make between us.

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