Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
As I continue to move within her, she grasps my head and heaves it up so that we are looking at each other once more. The ragged edge to her breath, the glassy look to her eyes, I can tell that whatever she came to me seeking, she is close to finding it.
Her feet press into the small of my back, holding me inside of her like she’s savoring the way it feels, and I still, obliging her a moment of slowness amongst the near-feral desire within me.
But then, I draw back and push into her once more. And it seems to be that which pushes her over the edge, her whole body squeezing around me as she sucks in a sudden, sharp breath, her lids fluttering shut as though she can barely bring herself to stay in this moment with me.
I pull her into me, taking in the feel of her body pulsing around me, the helplessness with which she gives herself to me. I might not know where this woman came from, or why she’s appeared in my life, but I know for damn sure that I am not going to let her go...
That from this moment on, she is mine. Body and soul.
It’s that thought which sends me spiralling into my own release, her twitching thighs and eager hips still moving against me as she draws me into her, further and further. Inhaling the scent of her, mouth pressed against her neck, I fill her with my seed, mark her with what makes her mine, and the two of us hold on to each other as the pleasure crests in a shared moment of heaven.
She brushes her lips against my cheek as I hold myself inside of her, and I can feel the grin on her face as she slowly untangles herself from me and tries to plant her feet on the floor once more. I keep my arm around her waist as she stumbles slightly, her legs still shaky from what we have just shared.
"I don’t know if you’re ready to start walkin’ again yet," I murmur to her, as she tugs down the hem of her skirt, doing her best to make herself look respectable.
"Hmm, guess I better just rest up for a while then," she replies, her eyes sliding past me and towards my bed. "How about it...?”
I don’t need telling twice. Reaching down, I sweep her into my arms and carry her towards the bed, all too happy to steal a little more time with her yet.
I’m sure that Lucy will come knocking to see where the two of us have vanished to – and when she figures out that she was right about the way I looked at her, she’s going to be all kinds of smug. But right now, the only thing I give a good goddamn about is spending time with my girl.
And I won’t let anything or anyone get in the way of it.
Epilogue
KIM
"Oh, doesn’t it look sweet!” Lucy exclaims, as she steps back and casts her eye over the little knitted blanket that she’s finally finished working on.
"Looks perfect," I tell her, giving her arm a grateful squeeze. "Thanks, Lucy. You’re going to be a wonderful aunt..."
"I sure am," she agrees, as she rises to her feet, taking a step back to survey the room around us. Up until a few weeks ago, it was their mother’s bedroom, sitting there in the house as a shrine to her – but, with the baby only a few months away, Lucy made the executive desicion that we were going to turn it into a nursery for the new addition to the family, and she has been hard at work trying to get it together ever since.
In fact, she insisted on it, given that I’ve been spending a lot of my time up at the retreat with Riley, figuring out how best to put my teaching skills into practice. It’s certainly going to take a lot of adaptation to find a way to match my English Literature career with teaching in a broader sense like this, but whenever I find myself second-guessing it, I remind myself of what I will be able to give people here.
The lives that people might be able to live because I have showed them a little more of the world, the opportunities they might see and make and take in the process.
And, as I glance around the room – decorated with a few paintings that Cade worked on, of rabbits and bunnies and other sweet little woodland creature – I say a silent thank-you to the woman who once lived here. She’s the reason that I can stay at all, the reason that Cade has been so willing to support me in my focus in developing decent education for the women here.