Page 32 of Our Bay Will Come

"Yeah," he agrees, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "It was."

We're quiet for a moment, just breathing together in the darkness.

"I want to be clear about something," he says finally, his voice serious. "This was never just sex for me. I’ve always wanted more from you. I hope that doesn’t scare you."

I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him. "Are you saying you tricked me and reeled me in with your incredible skills?"

“Guilty as charged.” He smiles and wags a bushy eyebrow.

Something about the sparkle in his eyes warms my heart, melting another layer of ice surrounding it. "I've been running from commitment for so long," I admit. "But with you... I don't want to run. I want to see where this goes."

"Baby steps forward?"

"No steps back," I agree, sealing the promise with a kiss that quickly reignites our passion.

"You know what I want now?" I whisper against his lips, my body still longing for more.

"Tell me," Fox says, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrates through my chest where we're pressed together.

I slide on top of him, straddling his hips, enjoying the way his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me naked above him. "I want to ride you until you can't remember your own name."

His hands grip my waist, fingers digging into my skin. "Fuck, Prue."

"That's the idea." I rock against him, feeling him hardening beneath me again. "Already?"

"What can I say?" He smirks, that crooked smile that makes my heart stutter. "You have that effect on me."

I lean down, my hair creating a curtain around our faces. "I want you to talk to me this time. Tell me exactly what you're thinking."

He captures my mouth in a searing kiss before answering. "I'm thinking I want to watch these perfect tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."

Heat floods my body at his words. This is a side of Fox I'm still discovering—the filthy-mouthed lover behind the quiet exterior.

"That can be arranged," I murmur, reaching between us to guide him to my entrance.

I sink down slowly, savoring every inch as he fills me. When he's fully seated inside me, I pause, adjusting to the delicious stretch.

"Christ, you're tight," he groans, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful like this."

I start to move, finding a rhythm that makes us both gasp. His thumbs circle my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"You like that?" he asks, pinching lightly.

"God, yes," I moan, increasing my pace. "Don't stop."

One of his hands slides down between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. "I love watching you take me,"he says, eyes fixed where our bodies join. "Love how wet you get for me."

My movements become more erratic as pleasure builds again. "Tell me more," I demand, breathless.

"I've fantasized about this since we met," he confesses, his voice strained with effort to maintain control. "Imagined you riding me, coming all over my cock, screaming my name."

His words push me closer to the edge. "And now?"

"Reality's better," he growls, suddenly sitting up to wrap his arms around me, changing the angle so he hits that perfect spot inside me. "So much fucking better."

I grip his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as I rock against him frantically. "Fox, I'm close."

"That's it, baby," he encourages, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth. "Let go for me. Wanna feel you come around me again."

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