Page 79 of The Lies I've Told
Our eye contact never wavered as she slowly melted into me. Two bodies becoming one. Two souls united.
“You feel so good, love,” I groaned. “So damn good.”
I didn’t have to tell her what to do; she knew. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned her head to the side, and her lips found mine in a surge of passion. Her hips moved, mimicking the rhythm of our kiss and frenzy and fire within.
It was magic when our bodies came together, and I knew now that I’d never be able to give her up. She was it for me. My muse, the only inspiration I’d ever need for the rest of my life.
“Oh God, I’m getting close,” she cried out.
I watched as she arched her back while she rode my cock with reckless abandon, all the way through her orgasm, screaming her release for the whole damn town to hear. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen, and as I came right behind her, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
Not for a long time.
Not ever.
This was my home, right here in this woman’s arms.
Forever.
“Twenty Questions?” Millie asked as we lay in bed, hours after making love several more times.
Neither of us could sleep, so wired from our time together that we’d decided to watch the sun rise instead.
“You know this isn’t how the actual game works,” I explained.
“What?” She shifted under the covers, her naked skin sliding against mine. She turned to face me, her breasts pressing against my chest as she looked up at me with hooded lashes.
“The game Twenty Questions is actually meant to be a guessing game. Someone picks something, an object or a person, and then the other person has twenty questions to guess what it is.”
“Wait, have we had this conversation before?”
I grinned. “Yes.”
Her face soured. “This is one of those things that happened that I don’t remember, isn’t it?”
I chuckled. “Yes.”
“Oh God, and we played it for hours in the car. So, that whole time, you were, what? Just placating me?”
“Yes.”
She nudged my bare hip, making me laugh. “Jerk.”
“Well, I had questions. It was a good way to get them answered. I’m assuming that was why you started the ridiculous game in the first place. Plus, I thought it was kind of adorable.”
I placed a tender kiss on her forehead as she stared up at me.
“What was it like?” she asked, resting her chin on my chest. “Our night together.”
I began to play with a strand of her blonde hair as I thought back. “It was perfect,” I said. “It was the kind of night where time stood still, and we seemed to be in our own little world. We talked for hours—about everything and anything. We laughed. God, did we laugh.”
“Well, we were drunk.”
“We did go through a lot of your sister’s alcohol stash. But still, I’ve had my share of drunken one-night stands.”
“Didn’t need to know that,” she said.
“Sorry,” I replied. “Just stated a fact for reference. Our night was different. And I know that because each night since has been exactly the same.”
