Page 112 of The Perfect Love

I lift my eyes to her gorgeous face, just in time to see her lips part and her head drop back.

Her body spasms as she moans, going higher and higher, her breaths growing shallow as she comes undone.

Slowly, her body melts into the bed and she pulls the vibrator away, one last aftershock pulsing through her.

“Oh my god. That was amazing.”

I run my lips up her chest and over her neck. “You’re beautiful like this. Skin flushed. Splayed out and completely comfortable in your body. Fucking stunning.”

Her hand, still tangled in my hair, drags me to her lips again.

“As usual, you’re more eloquent than me. I just wanted to say you were hot as fuck.”

I laugh at that, but she bites down on my lip, then I’m halfway on top of her, kissing her like I’ll never get enough. Because I don’t think I will. I’m a complete goner for this girl.

“Mm, I’m already looking forward to doing that again. And again.” She peppers kisses across my cheek. “You might want to leave the toy here.”

Arching a brow, I flash her my most troublemaking smile. “Liked it that much?”

“Every second. Plus, I have a high sex drive.” She pats my cheek as she moves to sit up. “I hope you can keep up with me.”

“Sounds like a challenge I’m definitely up for.”

“We’ll see just howupyou are.”

We both laugh at that. Seeing her playful side come out more and more is one of my favorite things.

I was worried she’d be uncomfortable with dirty talk, but she likes to play as much as I do. And while it may take time for her to be ready to try different things in the bedroom, the trust we build with each new experience makes it even hotter. Going slow like this is totally underrated, but I’m loving it. Our relationship is deepening in time with our sex lives, and there’s something to be said for how the connection grows in both ways at once.

“Shower?” Chelsea asks.

I smile as I sit up. “Definitely.”

I’ll never say no to more intimacy with my girl. More building of the trust—safety—between us.

I can’t take away what she’s been through, but I can make sure she never feels anything but safe, worshipped, respected, and… that other word. The one neither of us has mustered yet, but that we both seem to be feeling.

I’ll give her all that and more for as long as she lets me.

Then a thought trickles through my brain that almost makes me stop moving.

Forever would be fine.

It’s scary as fuck, but it would be.

Forever would be fine with me.

Chelsea

Mornings at Promise are one of my favorite things. Sunday mornings tend to have that calm, soulful quiet about them that brings me peace. Of course, at some point someone will come in—not a guarantee, but a likelihood.

It’s barely been two months of working here, but I’ve learned a lot. Rae has been an incredible leader, and my boss, Kristen, is warm and supportive. She seems to see the same things in me that she sees in Rae, because she’s put me on somewhat of an accelerated track as well.

Rae and I have been talking about creating a Promise support group on campus, and Kristen contacted the campus counseling center about working with them to host it. They said they’d be happy to have a counselor available or we could just use their space to run it. Kristen essentially put Rae and me in charge of it all.

I’m not complaining because any way we can reach more women is a good thing. The more women we reach, the more we can help find their way out of the darkness. And that’s only part of what the support groups do. They also help women feel less alone and heal, while building strong friendships and support systems. Empowered women empower other women.

I wish Bridget and Lex understood that.

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