Page 89 of Other Side Of Never
“Yeah,” I answered shakily.“That.”
Pushing up, he dropped his hand between us and feathered his thumb across my clit.
My pussy clenched.
His eyes closed as he dropped his chin to his chest with a low moan before doing it again.
“Oh my,” I breathed.“I’m close.”
He nodded tightly, his thumb gently circling as he rocked his hips.
My neck arched back as my pussy began to flutter around him.
“No, Bridget.”His hand stilled.“Look at me when you come, baby,” he panted, his body trembling.
I nodded, forcing my heavy lids open to meet this gaze.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, his thumb sweeping around my weeping bud.“I won’t stop this time, let go.”
“Please,” I begged.
“Anything,” he promised.“Everything.”
I tried to keep my eyes open but failed, my head pressing back into the pillow as flames licked me from the inside, sending waves of fiery pleasure over every inch of my body.
He grunted, pulling his hand away from my clit and dropping to his elbows.With his hands in my hair and his face hovering over mine, he drove inside me, relentlessly hitting that sweet spot deep inside, filling me utterly and completely, prolonging my orgasm and reducing me to a panting, quivering, stuttering mess.
I cried out his name as it all became too much and his hips jerked once, twice, three times, as he spilled inside me, a low rumble reverberating from his chest.
He stilled for a moment then dipped and took my mouth with an unexpected hunger that left me breathless.
Over and over again he stroked my tongue with his, delving inside, slanting his sweet mouth across mine.
Finally, sated, his kiss gentled, his pretty lips dropping gentle kisses on my swollen mouth.
“Bridget.”His chest inflated deeply then he closed his eyes, touched his forehead to mine, and sighed.“Bridget.”
My name.
His prayer.
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Stay
Isaiahwrappedhispudgyfingers around the edge of the counter and peered into the kettle.“Is it hot?”
Looking down at his tawny head, I couldn’t resist pressing my lips to his crown before answering.“It’s hot but it’s not hot enough to burn you.”
He tipped his chin back and beamed up at me.
I took in his little face, so open to receiving love, and smiled back at him.I loved this age.I missed this age.
It didn’t hurt to remember as much today as it usually did.I let a little bit more in, remembering doing this with Jakey when he was six.Maybe one day we’d do it again.
“Can I stir?”
I nodded and nudged the step stool over for him before handing him the spoon.
