Page 64 of Gracefully Yours

I nudged the tip at her entrance, moaning from the feel as she welcomed me into her body. I eased myself in, one inch at a time, my sole focus on the way my dick was disappearing into her body.

Damn, that was hot. It was a sight I didn’t think I’d ever tire of.

When I was almost fully seated inside of her, Charlotte wrapped her legs around me, pushing me the final inch.

“So good,” she cried as I thrust inside of her, her back pressed against the tile wall as I held her in place with my hands. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t plan on it. I was going to worship this woman until the day I died, if I had any say in it.

The shower water continued running down around us as I pumped inside of her, my fingers digging into her thighs. Charlotte’s head hit the shower wall as she emitted a long moan, and I could tell she was close. Knowing I’d found the spot inside of her that made her see stars, I kept up my almost brutal pace, driving us both towards our release.

“I’m close,” she ground out, practically digging her nails into my shoulder blades as I fucked her within an inch of her life.

“Come for me, darling,” I whispered against her ear, kissing a spot on her neck as I continued thrusting up inside of her in slow, punishing strokes.

I was barely hanging on, and when she clenched around me, her insides pulsing around me, I couldn’t help myself from spilling inside of her, even as Charlotte interwove her fingers into my hair, tugging deeply.

Coming down from our high, I kept myself planted inside of her as I watched her chest rise and fall, both of our breathing returning to normal, before slowly pulling out.

She winced, and I watched as our combined releases dripped down her leg.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “That was hot.” I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling, steadying us both on our feet. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

She practically giggled, the blush on her cheeks from satisfaction instead of embarrassment. “You were perfect.”

We quickly washed off, and after turning off the shower water, I grabbed a giant towel from the rack and wrapped it around her body. She turned around, smirking at me as she held the fluffy thing over her, keeping her beautiful body hidden from my view. “How was that for getting warm, huh?”

She scampered out into our bedroom in only her towel, leaving me to follow behind once I’d wrapped one around myself and collected our piles of wet ski clothes.

“You’re going to kill me,” I groaned as she disappeared to change.

Wordlessly, we both got dressed into our warm pajamas, and moved to the living room, where I spread a blanket in front of the fireplace. I pulled Charlotte down in between my legs as I started combing out her blonde tangles with a brush.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” she said shyly, like she hadn’t just started what might have been the most mind-blowing sex of my life. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” I kept brushing her damp hair, long after I’d gotten out all the knots, just because I liked how it felt to take care of her. How right it was with her in between me, relying on me.

I set the hairbrush down, and she leaned against my chest as we both watched the fire in the fireplace.

“We didn’t use a condom…” I finally said, thinking about how we hadn’t stopped while we were in the shower. How I’d watched the cum drip out of her. I’d liked it a little too much.

“I’m still on birth control,” Charlotte mumbled. “So…”

“We haven’t talked about after, what would happen when we were married—” I cleared my throat. “Do you still want to…”

“Have a baby?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She looked away. “That’s why we’re getting married, right? So I could have a baby?”

Among other things. Namely, that I was in love with her.

“Maybe, after the wedding… We can start trying.”

“Yeah?” I couldn’t help but curl my lips up into a smile. If she wanted a baby, I’d throw her pills down the toilet now. We would have all too much fun trying to get her pregnant, that I knew for sure.

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