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A sobbed moan is the only answer I can give him as he runs his mouth down my body. His broad shoulders naturally widen my thighs, so I am more open to him. He never breaks eye contact as he kisses and sucks on my clit.

I’m too worked up, too turned on, not to cum. My toes curl and I arch my back offering him more and more of myself. I want Ander to take it all. I need him to take every part of me and make it his.

“Ander, please.”

I cry the words out as everything tenses and tightens even more and then…I’m soaring.

Chapter Fourteen

Ander

I work my fingers in her tightness to try to widen her opening when I feel her body pitch over the edge of her climax. She says my name the entire time her body is pulsing under my touch. By the time I slide my fingers out and go for my belt. She’s liquid heat and more than ready. I pull the bunched gown from her body and crawl back on her, still clothed. I'm not sure she's ready to get the full picture of what I want to try to squeeze inside her little body, one of the reasons I wanted to eat her on her hands and knees with her back turned to me last night.

Our lips meet again, and I build her back up as I work to take my dick out. By the time I break our kiss, she’s breathless and ready. I push in slowly, letting her feel every inch, every throbbing vein, as her heat and liquid warmth envelopes me. She gasps and I make sure our eyes connect. I want to watch every expression that flits across her face. I want to etch it into my memory, so I’ll never forget it.

“Ander, it...you...what are you trying to push inside me?” I would chuckle but all the blood and brain power I have is going into squeezing my cock inside her.

I don’t let up and keep going until I’m butting up against her barrier and I keep going.

“Ander, oh…I…”

Whatever she was going to say ends in a small sob as her brows furrow and she stares at me.

“I have to do this, baby. I have to. It’s the only way. But I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

She cries out as the veil keeping me out gives and more of me slides into her. Tears come to her eyes, and I watch where each one goes so I can lick them away as I finally reach the back of her sweet heaven. And then I push just a little more. She arches her back and cries out, but this cry is more moan and less pain than the one before. I don’t stop until every inch of my cock is resting inside her tight channel.

I needed to make sure I was right up against her pretty little cervix, to know I can fill her up so much there would never be a doubt who she belongs to, who’s taking care of her, and who loves her. The plan isn’t to knock her up but to make her body never forget mine, to crave me like I crave her. If we create a life while doing that… I’m not going to be upset about it. In fact, I think it will be better than a wedding ring to show she’s being well cared for and I've been thinking about it since I saw her giving the dough hell in the kitchen.

We probably need to talk about that though. I would love to say I'll pull out so we can have that conversation but I’m not. Once inside Lilly, I’m not coming back out for a long, long time. There will be time for that conversation tomorrow when we finally drag ourselves out of bed and celebrate the holiday with one another. Along with that conversation, we need to talk about the date she wants to get married and who she wants to invite. But for now, all I want is to keep looking down at the face of my lover and feel her body tighten around me.

I pull back -but not out- before coming right back in just as deep as the first time and move my hips so she gasps, and her hands come to my shoulders. I slip my hand down between us and find her swollen clit so I can rub her and watch as her focus shatters and her body pushes into mine.

“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart. Hold me close.”

She does what I ask of her, and I start moving faster and faster, making sure to hit her inside wall. She tightens around me and runs her hands all over my body. Our lips find one another, and everything turns bright and hot as my little angel explodes for me. She’s like holding a stick of dynamite. I’ll never be able to get her out of my mind, my blood, my heart, and she’ll never be able to do the same with me.

She cries out my name against my lips and her sweet pussy clenches around me until it feels like all the air is being squeezed from me, my back stiffens, and my balls draw up painfully tight to my body as pulse after pulse coaxes the seed right out of me. It erupts in jets and spurts as it splashes against her. I realize I’ve filled her full, but I can’t seem to stop cumming as more and more streams from my shaft and my Lilly rides the waves over and over again.

By the time we both stop cumming, I’m spent and I use all the energy I have left to wrap her up in my arms and roll us so she’s on top of me and not lying in the puddle of cum we've made. Her weight is the only thing holding me down. My heart is so light if I didn’t have Lilly on top of me, it would float away.

It’s a long time after that I finally move her so I can fully undress. Then I make sure to wake her to fill her full once more. I spend my night buried deep inside of heaven. The only time I leave her body is so I can eat her sweetness. Even then I make sure I have my hands all over her just in case this might be a dream. If I have to pull her out of my dreams I will. There is no way I am letting her go. Not now. Not when I have found the only home I will ever know. Not when I have found my Lilly.

Chapter Fifteen

Lolly

I wake up and reach out, but no one is there. AGAIN.

This time though, I’m not being greeted by disappointment or judgment. There’s just the delicious ache Ander’s left behind and a smile I can’t seem to wipe off my face. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

I gingerly sit up and listen, but the apartment is silent. A part of me starts to panic but another part says I’m being silly. He probably left to pick his clothes up from Mom and Dad’s. I should get the hell up out of bed and start making him breakfast just in case he’s hungry when he gets back. And maybe if I’m early enough I can swing by the store on the corner and find us a small turkey so we can have Thanksgiving dinner together.

The very thought has me up and dressed in no time. I don’t even bother with a shower. Me and Ander can take one together when he gets home. I step out of the building and Ander’s truck is parked in one of the spots across the street. He’s not at Mom and Dad’s picking up his stuff.

He’s… sitting in his truck talking to my sister, who happens to be grinning like an idiot. She starts laughing and goes to lay her hand on his arm, batting her eyes at him. My heart cracks. I can feel it in my chest. The sharp pain brings tears to my eyes and leaves me feeling hollow.

Was I right all along? Was it just a big game between the two of them? Are they laughing at what an idiot I am? Is he telling her how clumsy I was last night, not knowing what I was doing?

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