Page 37 of The Autumn We Fell in Love

I am hers.

In Brie, I’ve found my home.

I’m not going to let her go, not while she stills wants me. Not now, not ever.

I thrust up, hitting her insides just right, making her abdominals contract and her head fly back, exposing the vulnerable expanse of her neck.

Shifting onto my elbows, I sit up and lavish that beautiful neck with kisses and licks. Her rhythm doesn’t falter. If anything, she rides me harder, faster, her breath coming in little mewls.

I palm her breasts, in awe of how they feel in my hands, so large and luscious, the skin velvet soft.

Brie slips a hand between us, diving for her clit. With a few rolls of her fingers, her inner walls clamp tight on my cock, massaging and milking me. I grit my teeth and endure the exquisite agony of my girl’s orgasm. I could come so easily right now, but I’m not ready to let this moment end. Not until I’ve thoroughly fucked this incredible specimen of a female.

As her orgasm ebbs, I grab Brie by the hips and flip her onto her back. Now I’m on top and in control. She looks up at me with hunger and challenge sparking in her eyes.

I won’t let her down.

Laying a gentle finger on her button, I rut into her again and again. Her legs fly up, stick straight, feet hovering near my ears. As I pummel her folds, Brie lets her legs fall so that they’re almost perpendicular to the bed. She’s wide open and meeting me thrust for thrust, aching for everything that I have to give.

I don’t hold back.

Everything is sweat and motion and sensation. I can’t tell where her cries of pleasure end and mine begin. All I know is that when Brie’s clit has contracted to a hard nub and her vagina closes tight around me once more, I can’t hold my own climax back one minute more.

With an effort that feels herculean, I withdraw from the electric heat of her insides and, my breath ragged and loud, pump my creamy load all over Brie’s beautiful belly. She watches my stream with an appreciative gaze, then pulls my face to hers for a hard kiss.

Once the world has stopped spinning and my ears are no longer ringing, I leave my girl for just a moment to clean myself up and bring her a washcloth. Even just this minuscule distance feels like too much and it’s a relief to return to the bed that carried us through the first of many lovemakings.

I curl up next to the love of my life, equal parts shocked that something this good could have happened so fast and grateful that it did.

“I love you, Brie Marsden,” I say, rubbing a light thumb over her flushed cheek.

“I love you, Colby Jackson,” she murmurs in return before falling asleep in my arms.

Even though I feel like I could sleep for days, I stay awake to relish the sensation of this woman curled against my body and snoring gently, trusting me with her whole self.

I kiss the top of Brie’s head and lay mine down next to her, vowing to be the best partner I can. There’s the issue of money, of course, which I have just about none of given that I didn’t win the CCI competition. I’ll just have to hustle all the harder with my YouTube channel, and maybe pick up a restaurant gig if I need to.

Then there’s the matter of where we’ll live. She’s not from around here, but I’m willing to go anywhere as long as she’s there with me.

We have a hundred decisions before us, plus all the joys of falling in love at first sight. I don’t have all the answers but I know one thing for damn sure — I’ll be by my woman’s side through all of it.

Epilogue

Brie

Three Months Later

Imarry Colby on a windswept overlook on Marin Headlands across the San Francisco Bay from the lights of the city, the ocean sprawling out to the west. It’s a place where hawks are known to roost, and sure enough, I sight more than a few as I promise my eternal love to Colby in front of my parents and his grandmother and the minister who pronounces us husband and wife.

“Go on,” she says with a wink after she’s finished her brief ceremony, “kiss each other and seal the deal.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I pull my husband’s face to mine and kiss him with all the love I possess.

We seal our commitment over a gourmet dinner with our families in Sausalito, then again that night in the suite we’ve booked at an elegant hotel, just the two of us. Colby makes love to me on a bed strewn with rose petals. I’ve never come so hard.

The last three months have been a whirlwind, but I’ve loved every second because Colby has been by my side through it all.

At first, Colby moved back to Montana with me, renting out his SoCal apartment and operating Planet Yum from my place. That allowed him to pay off enough of his credit card debt for him to feel comfortable marrying me.

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