Page 29 of Found Forever

Her tits were perfect. Two luscious handfuls with raspberry nipples that were growing tighter and pointier by the second.

He reached up and cupped them, strumming his thumbs over the points, then gently plucking. She moaned and pushed her chest into his palms, encouraging him to continue as she kept rocking forward.

She was an absolute vision.

Sexy as fucking hell and like an angel come to earth with the sun around her.

She had her lip between her teeth again and her eyes on him. She knew what she was doing. She knew she was driving him crazy. But the way she clenched and unclenched around him, the way she moaned and how fucking slippery she was getting, said she was getting pretty crazy, too.

“Not going to last much longer,” she breathed.

Thank fuck, because neither was he.

“The stretch. Oh dear god, the stretch.”

He released one breast and brought his fingers down between them to find her clit. It was already swollen and slick. He timed his movements with her hip rocks and found a rhythm that had her breathing heavy and her speed increasing. She was close.

So was he.

He flicked his fingernail under her clit hood and she paused her movements. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out and then she broke. “Oh god!” she cried out, her words echoing loudly around the lake.

Her walls throbbed around his cock, squeezing and releasing. Her clit pulsed beneath his fingertip and her lower belly clenched tight as the orgasm spiralled through her.

He wanted to watch. He tried to watch. But the squeezing and the throbbing, not to mention she was just so fucking beautiful naked on top of him, that he couldn’t hold off anymore.

His body went stiff. He released her breast and paused his efforts on her clit as his own climax shook his soul clear from his bones. His muscles clenched and his lower belly heated. Every time his balls twitched, and he released more cuminto the condom, she squeezed him tighter, and somehow right at the crown, too, enhancing his release.

Did she know what she was doing?

Either way, it was spectacular.

His eyes closed of their own volition, and he kept them shut as the waves of ecstasy rocked through him.

She was still enjoying the aftershocks of her release by the time his soul returned to his body, so he pried open one eye and watched her enjoy herself. Enjoy their connection and the way he helped make her body feel.

When the orgasm finally ended, she exhaled, and her muscles relaxed. She pried one eye open, just like he had, and that struck him as a sweet. Then she smiled. “Well, at least my future husband will be good at sex. We can cross that worry off the list.”

It took him a hot second to register what she’d just said. And when he did, he sprang up to sit, and nearly knocked her backward. He caught her, though. He’d always catch her. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Her smile was coy.

He was still inside her and wearing a condom. They needed to deal with that.

Fuck.

She must have read his mind about the condom and climbed off him with a surprising amount of grace. He removed the condom and tied the end, then stuffed it into a napkin.

She was beautifully naked, standing in front of the sun, so he peeled his shorts and boxers off completely so they were both in the buff. Then he stood up and approached her. “Are we engaged?”

“I mean …” She shrugged. “I’m still going to have to see how you eat pussy. Can’t have a rubbish pussy eater for a husband, but the sex was pretty good. So I’m going to go with a preliminary, yes.”

Elation swept through him.

She said yes … sort of.

She cleared her throat in an authoritative way and angled her head downward, then glanced at the ground.

He wasn’t catching on.

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