Page 5 of Forever Us (Diamond in the Rough 5)
I grunted. “Fuck.”
Her nails curled against my skin. “Make love to me, Clinton Clarke.”
My forehead fell against hers. “Don’t mind if I do, Raelynn Cleaver.”
My hips rolled. Her body bucked. I lost myself in the swirling expanse of her eyes and the massaging of her wet walls. I breathed the air she afforded me and pinned her wrists above her head. Her tits jumped against me, reminding me of her growing beauty, of every curve and divot I was determined to memorize every night she let me. Her legs locked around me, welcoming me home from a long day looking at colorful creations for my next novel.
“Rae, shit.”
“Clint, oh fuck. I’m so close.”
“Just a bit longer. I just--yeah. Like that. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
I pounded into her, going faster as my gut coiled tight. Rae’s hands slipped from underneath mine and wrapped tightly around my neck. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, fisting the sheets as the sounds of skin slapping skin filled our bedroom. A place that held so many memories, just like this one.
I couldn't wait to make new memories in our new home.
“I’m coming! Clint!”
I growled. “Close. I’m close. Just one--more--”
With one last thrust, I felt my dick twitch, growing as my balls pulled up into my body. I sank my teeth against her neck as her nails raked down my back. Her legs fell weakly against the mattress as she quivered beneath me, her walls squeezing me tight. I growled like a wild animal, rutting against her, filling her until she pushed me out.
Then I collapsed against her, feeling her heart beating rapidly against my own.
“I love you,” I murmured.
She sighed with content as our intermingled juices trickled from between her legs.
“I love you, too. So much,” she whispered.
I nuzzled her shoulder. “You ready for the big day?”
She held me close. “More than ever. You?”
I nodded. “I’m ready for this transition phase to be over.”
“Yeah, the boxes are becoming a bit much.”
“Since when did we accumulate so much stuff?”
She snickered. “Well, we have lived in this place for going on six years now.”
I paused. “Has it really been six years?”
“It really has.”
I slid off to the side. “Wow.”
She turned, cuddling close to me. “Yeah. I can’t believe it either, sometimes.”
“Oh, is your mother still coming to help us move?”
“As far as I know. I mean, she hasn’t canceled or anything. What about Cecilia?”
He nodded. “Apparently, she’s coming with help, too.”
