Page 110 of Merry Me
That was it.
Her orgasm tore mine from me like a wave pulling the tide. I groaned her name, my cock pulsing as I spilled inside her, filling her with my cum…blinding, blistering pleasure that crashed through me like a supernova, raw and endless.
We stayed like that, locked together, breathless and trembling, as the high slowly receded. I held her, cradled her, pressed kisses to her sweat-damp forehead as I tried to slow the thunder in my chest.
She was still shaking, her body soft and pliant against mine, and I couldn’t help it…love surged so fiercely in me, it was a miracle I stayed standing.
This wasn’t like the other times.
This wasn’t just another memory, another mistake for the sake of nostalgia.
This was her letting go, completely, finally, right there in my arms.
“I meant what I said,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to cup her face in my hands. Her cheeks were flushed, lashes damp, her lips parted and kiss-swollen.
I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and met her eyes.
“You’re the love of my life, Nat. You always have been.”
Riley: UHHHHH HELLO?? NATALIE BENNETT, DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL THE CLASS??
Me: Oh no. Whatever it is, it wasn’t me. I’ve been framed.
Casey: What happened??
Riley: Just casually watching TV and EASTON MADDOX HIMSELF popped up on E! News introducing “the love of his life” Natalie to some very enthusiastic fans??
Riley: The fans screamed. He smiled. It was adorable and nauseating and I demand answers.
Casey: NATALIE, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.
Me: I can neither confirm nor deny. I plead the fifth and request witness protection immediately.
Riley: Too late, traitor. You’re famous now.
Me: Wait, how bad was it? Did I look okay? Please tell me my fly wasn’t down or something.
Riley: No wardrobe malfunctions. But you did turn bright red and wave awkwardly. Like a cartoon character.
Casey: I need video proof immediately.
Me: It wasn’t supposed to be public yet!! He sprung it on me out of nowhere!
Riley: Aw, poor Nat. A handsome movie-star boyfriend claiming you publicly. The horror. Thoughts and prayers.
Casey: Are you really complaining right now???
Me: I’m not complaining!! I just wasn’t ready. What do you even say when someone calls you his girlfriend in front of a mob of screaming women??
Casey: “I’d like to thank the Academy.”
Riley: “And I’d like to thank Riley, Casey, and Ophelia for peer pressuring me into romantic maturity.”
Riley: So, are we officially acknowledging he’s your boyfriend now?
Me: I mean…yeah. I guess we are. The little bathroom interlude kind of solidified that.
Me: Maybe.
