Page 61 of Castaway Whirlwind
It suddenly becomes hard to breathe, my chest constricting. “What plan?”
“I switched to the best health insurance I could find. Once we’re married and I get you added to my plan, I’ll threatenwhoever I need to in order to get your surgery approved.”
Tears mix with the pool water dripping down my face. “Surgery doesn’t mean I’ll magically be able to have children. It’s to lessen the pain. It…itcouldincrease my chances of getting pregnant, but it’s not a guarantee. And any endo they remove could grow back.”
“I know that, too. My insurance covers IUI and IVF. If you want, after you recover from your surgery, we can explore the best option for us.”
I smash my lips against Russell’s, sobbing into his mouth while I hug him so tight around his neck that I threaten to cut off his air supply. He carries me out of the pool, stepping through our private doors into our bedroom while I attempt to lock my ankles around his back. I only rip my mouth away to say, “Shower.”
Neither of us bother with fully undressing when Russell stands me on the tile floor with my right foot propped on the stool. I shove his stretchy waistband down enough to draw his hard cock out while he yanks on the knots tying my sky blue bikini bottoms together. One knot gets tangled, but the other comes loose, giving him enough access to push his cockhead inside me when he bends his knees.
And then we’re both moving, rolling our hips while our tongues slide across each other’s, and I don’t care that I haven’t had time to properly grow wet enough with arousal to take all of him—I just need it. Need him. Right now…until I inevitably jerk and hiss as my muscles clench.
“No, no!” I clutch Russell when he immediately retreats. “Don’t stop.”
“I have to, darlin’. Need to get you worked up first to take me.”
“Wait.” I grip Russell’s waistband to keep him from pulling all the way out, leaving only his tip inside me. “Let me—like this.” His knees nearly buckle when I fist his shaft and stroke it, tightening and relaxing my hand until I find the pressure he likes. “Cum inside me, Daddy.”
“Fuuuuuuu—” Russell slaps his hands to the wall behind me, his large body trembling with his hot, rushed release.
When he recovers, though his cock takes time to reharden, he slants his mouth over mine, moving a hand between us to play with my clit. My back bows as he pushes deeper within me, applying more pressure.
“That’s it, darlin’. Open up for me. You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I repeat, gasping when my core relaxes enough to take more of his half-hard length. “I want all of you inside me.”
“I’ll give it to you. Just need you to let go and let me do my job. Let me take care of you.”
I whimper and arch, dropping my head back as I cling to his shoulders, rocking my hips against his fingers.
“There you go. That’s perfect. My little Layla. Going to open up and take all of me…right…now.” He grunts, burying himself inside me, fully hard again. “Oh, good girl. Such a good girl. You’re ready now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes. Make love to me.”
As furiously fast as I brought him to orgasm, he’s the opposite in bringing me to mine, his hands slowly exploring my body.
“Faster, Daddy.” I scrape my nails down his back, hoping it will spur him on.
Russell shakes his head, licking my bottom lip as he grips my backside and squeezes. “Feel it. Feel me inside you.” Heexaggerates the roll of his hips so that Ifeelevery single inch of him when he slides fully in and out of me. “We don’t have to rush, darlin’. We’ve got all the time in the world, now.”
My mouth drops open with a moan, his lips on my throat, my hips flexing so I can take him as deep as possible. “I feel you.”
His voice is lower, gruff when he says, “It should have been like this all along. You and me. This.”
I shove my fingers into his hair, murmuring against his lips, “I should have been with you. You were with me all that time.”
“Yes, darlin’. I’ve been caught up in your whirlwind from the moment you first walked into Granny’s diner. Been wanting you exactly like this. My woman. My little darlin’. My wife.” His next thrust is harder, our thighs clapping together. “You were mine long before you ever knew.”
“I knew,” I breathe out, arching my back deeper. “I used to dream about you waiting for me outside, ready to whisk me off if I ever had the courage to leave.”
He’s finally moving faster now. “You weren’t dreaming. I was there, sleeping in my truck outside your house and apartment nearly every night, waiting for you. I never would have stopped waiting.” His brows dip when I whimper. “Does that scare you?”
I tug his strands. “I’ve never been scared of you.”
“Even when I was following you?”
“Especiallywhen you were following me. You were keeping me safe.”
