Page 125 of Gracefully Yours

And then we didn’t need words. My fingers were digging into the skin of his back as he held himself up over me, his hips doing all the work as I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him even deeper inside of me, if that was even possible.

I knew the moment he was close, and he tumbled over the edge with a string of mutteredoh fuck, and Charlotte—and I lost myself a moment later, succumbing to the feeling of bliss and happiness as I kept him locked inside of me, as if that would keep a single drop from spilling out. Right where it was supposed to be.

“We should really go home,” I whispered, even as he buried his head against my breasts and kept holding me.

“Just give me another moment,” he muttered, even as I could feel him softening inside of me.

Was it weird that I liked that? When he’d stay inside of me, even after we’d both finished?

“Brownie’s waiting for us,” I said with a giggle as Daniel sighed, pulling out and looking sheepish.

I winced. “We made a bit of a mess.”

“You stay there. I’ll go get something to clean up.” Finding his jeans, he pulled them on, tucking himself inside.

I wouldn’t object to that, not when I was pretty sure my legs were jelly. But also… I wiggled over to the wall, moving the bottom half of my body vertically as I kept my head on the floor.

Shutting my eyes, I must have only dozed off for a minute, but when I woke up, Daniel was standing over me. “What are you doing?”

“Figured it couldn’t hurt,” I mumbled.

He laughed. “Let’s go home, wife.”

I stood back on shaky legs as his cum dripped onto my thighs, creating a sticky mess between my legs.

“Mmm. My caveman side is coming back out, because I like that far too much.”

Finding my leggings on the floor, I quickly shuffled over to pick them up and pull them and my undies on. I winced as I pulled them up over my thighs.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I? Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No. I… liked it.” My cheeks flushed. I was sure I’d have marks there tomorrow, but it surprised me how much Ilikedhim marking me. Proving I was his. Because it felt even more real. “I was just surprised, that’s all.” I looked around the room.

“Well?” He smirked. “Better than your books?” Daniel came over and wrapped his arms around my abdomen. “I was originally just going to pick you up and take you home, but you looked so hot with that look of concentration on your face that I just couldn’t help myself.”

“We’renevertelling Juily that we fucked in her studio. Oh,god.”My cheeks pinked. “I’m mortified. I cannot believe we just did that.”

But the truth of the matter was, Ireallyliked it.

“Maybe we should get some mirrors for home,” I pondered out loud when we got into his car, and his laugh was unmistakable as we drove home.

Everything was going great, but then what was this sinking feeling in my gut? Why did it feel like the closer we grew together, the more scared I became? Maybe that was why I couldn’t sleep. Certainly, there was something wrong, wasn’t there?

Maybe the thing that was wrong wasn’t withusor with him at all. Maybe it was just me.

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Inhaling deeply through my nose,I took another sip of water and glanced at the oven clock; the numbers glowing in the dim light.3:00 am.

Brownie was curled up under my feet, ever the loyal dog. He’d abandoned his bed in our room when I’d gotten out of bed fifteen minutes before.

Drumming my nails against the counter, I listened to the silence. All I’d ever wanted was a house full of happiness—joy and laughter. The sound of kids cartoons and giggles over fingerprinting. Baking cookies together. Teaching them how to ride a bike.

It was everything I’d ever wanted, and it was so close, but… I rested a hand over my flat stomach.

“Why are you awake?” Daniel padded into the kitchen, looking at me with eyes still filled with sleep.

“Hm?” I set my water down, moving my attention off of the time and onto him. “I couldn’t fall asleep. Just… stuff on my mind, I guess.”

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