Page 62 of Saving Me
“Higher.” She moves her heels higher up, and I grin at her. “I think you can do better than that.” I tap my shoulders, and her eyes widen.
She lifts one leg on my shoulder, and I switch hands that are holding her wrists as she slides the other one up. When I plunge deep, her head arches back on a moan.
“Feel good?” I go harder, making sure she feels me in every inch of her body.
“You’re so deep,” she gasps as I set a pace that drives us right to the edge.
“You’re going to cum with me, baby.” I let go of her wrists and sit back slightly so I can watch her pussy greedily take me in. “Look at us, Lyla. Your pussy was made for me, and I was made to be inside it.”
Her eyes watch as we join together. My dick glistens with her arousal on each thrust. I reach my hand down and apply pressure to her clit with my thumb, rubbing it hard as I go deep into her.
I feel her body fall seconds before I pour inside her with a shout. She cries out my name in the distance, but I barely hear her as I’m consumed by the sheer force of my orgasm.
I keep myself buried inside until every last tremor has left our bodies. Sweat clings to us as I gently remove her legs and bring her against me. I brush back her damp hair and see her eyes focus on me.
I swallow the lump in my throat and say the one thing I’ve never said to another girl before, unable to hold it in any longer.
“Is it crazy that I love someone so much in such a short amount of time?” I whisper. I see the surprise in her eyes before she quickly blinks back the tears that are threatening to spill.
“No more crazy than me loving you back,” she manages to get out as a beautiful smile breaks through her tears.
“You have no idea how happy you just made me.” I close my eyes and press my forehead to hers.
“I think I can take a pretty good guess because I’ve never been happier than I am right now.”
“We need to celebrate,” I grin, getting out of bed and flinging her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” She laughs against my back.
“Taking care of you, and then we are celebrating with a big piece of whatever delicious dessert you made.”
I walk us to the master bathroom and turn on the water in the big walk-in shower.
“I made a bourbon chocolate cake.”
“That’s it. I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend first, but we are going straight to wife.”
She giggles as I set her down. “If you play your cards right, I might say yes one day.”
She takes a scrunchie from her wrist and puts her hair up in a messy bun. I stare at her, completely captivated. She has no idea what she does to me just by simply existing.
“I’m not kidding, Lyla. I’m going to marry you one day, and we are going to have lots of babies and live happily ever after.”
Her eyes shine brighter than I’ve ever seen them, and I love that I’m the one who helped her find that light.
“Definelots.” She bites back a smile, and I walk us under the spray.
“At least two, but probably four, unless we have all boys like my mom did, in which case we have to go for a fifth. I need a little girl that looks just like her momma.”
“Five? You are crazy,” she laughs.
“I think we already established that crazy is a big part of our relationship.” I back her up and silence her laugh with a kiss.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LYLA
“Now it’s a new recipe, so I need you to be honest.” I dangle the fork with a big bite of dessert in front of his face.
