Page 54 of Out of the Gold

The shimmer of an orgasm builds from my toes, causing my breath to catch. Can this really be happening to me? I meet his next thrust and the shimmer grows into an excited tingle.

“Charles, yes. Oh, please!” I don’t know what I’m begging for. I hope he does.

“I’ve got you.” He rolls his hips in a way that obliterates all my remaining pain. I want what only he can give.

He pistons in and out of me, his teeth fastened to my nipple. When he bites, a shock runs throughout my entire system and explodes behind my eyes. I cry out something unintelligible. I think it was Charles or God or Yes or Please.

Above me, Charles goes still and roars, letting himself come inside of me. He thrusts twice more before collapsing on the bed next to me, breathing as if he ran a marathon. His arms wrap around my body, holding me close.

Our heart rates are off the charts, and I relish being wrapped around this man. The man I love. My realization I’m in love with Charles Wainwright doesn’t even scare me. I simply tuck it into my heart and let the glow of our lovemaking bathe over me.

He kisses my forehead. “You okay, Goldie?”

I nod, unable to form coherent words.

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