Page 109 of Never Really Over

I bury my face in her center, she arches her back, pressing herself into me. I suck and lick and kiss her until she’s panting and begging for more while telling me not to stop. When she comes, I don’t give her time before I’m pushing inside her, feeling her walls clench around me so tight I see stars.

Lifting one leg, I wrap it around my waist and drive in deeper, harder with every thrust of my hips. With no one here, we can be as loud as we want and take full advantage.

She screams my name and moans loudly. I grunt and roar, the sound of us coming together reverberating off the walls of our bedroom.

Minutes later, after we’ve cleaned up and gotten a glass of water, we lie together on the bed, slick with sweat and still catching our breath.

We spend the day like that. Loving each other and only taking breaks to eat and use the bathroom.

“This is my favorite way to spend a day,” she murmurs. “Don’t get me wrong, I love our kids, but I needed this. I don’t want the day to be over.”

“Haven’t you figured out by now? When it comes to us, nothing is ever over.”

She grins and rolls her beautiful eyes. “I’m going to tell Dalton you said that.”

“And feed his ego even more? You wouldn’t.”

“You have exactly forty-eight minutes before we have to get Poppy from school to convince me not to.”

“Challenge accepted, Mrs. Samuelson.”

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