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I move my hips, letting him sink in further. The motion is slow and precise—cautious and yielding. And with every inch I sink down onto, his face morphs into one of pure torture that can only match my own.
It’s a little painful, but sex has always been that way for me thanks to my PCOS. This time, though, it’s not because of lack of prep. I’m saturated for this man, more than I’ve ever been in my life.
It isn’t until I’m bottomed out that I need a minute to soak in the monumental moment. To work past the bite of pain. To really feel what’s happening.
How many years haveIthought about this? How many fantasies did I lie to myself about not wanting even when I was still wearing another man’s ring? How many times did I tell myself I was happy, when I know now without a doubt that I wasn’t?
Becausethisis happiness.
This. Now.
“Baby, I need you to move,” he pleads, with pain in his voice that makes me instantly lift my hips until only the tip of him is inside me. His fingers dig into my hips as I sink back down, slowing my pace and helping me build a rhythm that feels good for the both of us.
“Just like that,” he groans, one of his hands moving to my chest and massaging the flesh of my breasts as the other keeps ahold of my hip. “Been imagining what you would feel like, and the real thing is ten times better than I ever pictured. You have no idea, Honor. No idea how much I dreamed of your pussy.”
I clench around him, causing him to cuss.
His words give me a boost of confidence. I grab ahold of his shoulders for balance and grind against him until his hips jackknife up and fill me even deeper.
“Shit,” he cusses. “Fuck. I’m going to—”
“Come,” I beckon, feeling the telltale tingling sensation at the bottom of my spine again. “Please come, Bodhi.”
“Inside you,” he pleads, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I want to watch you as I come inside you, baby.”
That’s all it takes.
My mouth forms into an O as a third orgasm takes over my body and I falter with my movements. But Bodhi doesn’t hesitate. He grabs ahold of my hips and uses my body to fuck himself until he surges upward one last time and says my name like he’s saying a prayer.
Our breathing is a chaotic mess of long, heated pants as we melt into one another on the carpet. He’s still inside me, and I’m too tired, too lethargic to care.
“That was…” His lips skate along the crook of my neck and he blows out a choppy breath. I can feel his heart hammering against me, mimicking my own.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Honey, I’m going to need to do that at least two more times before I can go to bed or I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. That was faster than I meant it to be.”
I giggle, hugging him to me. “I think we can manage that.”
He hums against my lips as he leans in for a kiss, and begins the slow start of a very long, very satisfying night until my body aches in the best possible way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Bodhi
Iknow whatmy best friend is going to say before he says it. The amusement is written on his face as soon as he walks into the room with a bright pink wrapped box under his arm. “Dude,” Henderson muses, staring at the paint currently covering my face.
I’m not sure why I let my daughter convince me that she needed a face painter at her party, or why I allowed her to pick out the design she wanted for me. But, here I am, painted like a purple unicorn with glitter that I have a feeling won’t be coming off very easily.
“She’s going to convince you to sit down and get painted too,” I warn. “So don’t get cocky.”
Henderson shakes his head. “No way in hell am I letting someone do that to me. I don’t need to see the pictures that will circulate.”
I deadpan. “You mean the ones that you will inevitably take of me and post online like a dick?”
He snickers but doesn’t deny it. “Where is the birthday girl, anyway? Tori made me get my gift approved by her before I purchased it, so no more Nerf gun injuries can occur.”
Thank God for his wife. “She and Honor are in the kitchen sneaking sugar like I don’t see the bright pink frosting on her face every time they come out. I’m pretty sure they’ve both had three mini cupcakes by now.”
