Page 84 of Born in the Spring

“Well, we’ll wake up,” I start, playing off her playfulness as I trail the tips of my fingers along her shoulder and down her arm, loving the way my touch makes her skin pebble.

“That’s important,” she says with another smile in her voice, widening mine.

“Together,” I clarify.

“That’s important too.”

I’m beaming now. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

“What kind of breakfast?”

I brush my mouth over her ear when she angles her head up. “Whatever you’re in the mood for.”

She hums, closing her eyes, as my fingers trail up her neck. “That sounds tasty,” she says with some flirt in her voice, the perfect lead to where I was heading.

“When you’re done eating yours, I’ll prop you on the island, and eat mine. Since we now know you can’t multitask,” I quip,catching her next blush she laughs through as she tries to look back toward the snow, but I continue my trailing up the line of her pounding pulse and lift her chin, securing her blue flamed gaze to mine. “Then we’ll be forced apart for a few hours. Unless I steal you away.” That last one is more of a hope I don’t think she’ll actually go for, but her eyes sparkle at the idea, and my next breath flutters through me. “And we’ll end the day right here.”

“This will be every day,” she says, and not as a question, but as a decision made.

I swallow hard. “This will be forever.” My voice is air around my promise to hers. “We might change where we’re at in life one day, but this will be forever.Weare forever.”

Her sigh is weighty as she shifts in my arms enough to thread her fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck, and I shift with her tug, back between her thighs, with her head on a pillow.

“I’m so in love with you,” she breathes out against my lips, a shiver in her body that passes through mine, her hand now in a clutch around the back of my neck as my grip tightens on her thigh.

ThatI needed her to say. At least once. And finally hearing those words from her mouth. . .

Everything stills but my heart, as it slams against my ribs with such a force, I feel dizzy.

“I think I’m having another heart attack,” I push out through gusted breaths, and Elara smiles, pressing her palm over my heart.

“Breathe.”

And that’ll do it. My smile touches hers as I take in her air, her love, tasting those words on her tongue. I tilt her chin up asI dip to her neck, sucking her skin in the way that swells her breathing, and my cock, and to feel that arousing bite of her nails in my back—which she gives me, along with more words, and it’s fucking arousing when she gives me those too.

“Oh god, fuck me while you do that,” she begs as she bucks into me.

Without a pause of my mouth, I hike her leg over my hip and rotate my pelvis to ease inside her. I then ease back slowly, then slam into her with one thrust. She cries out, the loud moan fading back into gasps as I ease back another time. She cries out again with my next hard thrust, and I repeat this motion, my mouth still sucking that sensitive spot on her neck, until she’s all loud moans, my name just as loud on her lips as I increase my pumps, her pussy pulsating so tight around my cock I almost explode.

But I manage to hold off until she’s ridden the last of her orgasm.

Keeping my pace, I bring myself close to the edge, my voice rough as I ask her, “Where do you want my cum?”

One motion to her mouth and I throw myself back, throwing the sheets back with me, and her lips are sliding down my length in a second, her cheeks hollowing as she finishes me.

Her lips are wet as her eyes shine up at me with her swallow.

I buckle, tugging her with me into a lean as I fall to my back.

“What have you done to me?” she asks, kissing up my chest to reconnect her shining gaze with mine, that question now shooting a thrill through me that I could be the only man she’s been this way with.

I wrap my arms around her, pressing her close, one hand on her face as my thumb traces the freckles on her cheek. “All thesame things you’ve done to me,” I tell her now, with more absolutes.

She leans her face into my touch, then her brows lift as my hand on her back slides down to grip one of my other favorite cheeks. “You’re an ass man, aren’t you?” she says as a teasing insinuation.

“Your ass is serious, Elara,” I say with a smirk and a squeeze.

She laughs into my kiss, and as much as Ilovemaking her moan, making her laugh will always be my main mission.

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