Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You were made for me,” I husk, my grip on her hips tightening. This isn’t my first time being bare. I was married, but it’s been a long damn time, and I don’t ever remember feeling like this. Like my soul is now connected to hers.
Like I can’t breathe without her.
My hand braces on her hip, my thumb pressing into the curve as if I need proof she’s real, that she’s here and not something I imagined in a lonely, sleepless haze. The other hand slides up, cradling her jaw, my fingers threading into her hair. I tilt her face toward mine, and then I kiss her. Not gentle, not careful. No, I kiss her with everything I’ve got.
I kiss her with every swallowed word and every almost-confession. With the ache of wanting her for too long and the fear that this could disappear just as quickly. My mouth moves against hers like I’m trying to memorize the shape of her, like I’m afraid this is the last time I’ll ever get to.
She makes this small sound somewhere from the back of her throat, and it wrecks me. I tighten my grip on her hip, drawing her closer until there’s no space left between us, no room for doubt or second thoughts. She clutches my shoulders as she bounces on my cock.
The world narrows to the warmth of her lips, the brush of her breath, the way her body fits against mine like it’s always known where to be. My heart pounds so hard, I’m sure she can feel it—a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
We lose ourselves in each other, in the connection we’ve fought so hard to resist, in the feeling of being one in the most intimate of ways. Part of my heart leaves my body and attaches itself to her, and I know with absolute certainty that I’ll never get it back.
“Will,” she says, her pussy squeezing me. She’s close.
“I’m right here, baby,” I whisper against her lips, before diving in for another kiss.
Both hands are now gripping her hips as I help her grind down on my cock. A low, deep moan fills the air, and I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine, but when she starts to cry out my name, “Wi—” I slam my lips back to her, swallowing her cries.
I can’t hold off any longer. The feel of her spasming around me has me losing control and spilling inside her. I kiss her until we’re both gasping for air, still feeling the aftereffect of our shared release. I rest my forehead against hers, wrapping my arms tightly around her, holding her close, while my cock is still buried inside her.
“Mandy,” I breathe. “I don’t know who I am without you,” I confess. I stand and carry her to the shower. She’s quiet as I turn on the water, but I don’t think much of it. It’s not until we’re under the hot spray that she speaks.
“We can’t tell her.”
I swear my heart cracks wide open. “We have to tell her.”
She nods. “I know, but not yet. Let’s just—make sure this is still what you want before we do.”
Bending my knees so that we’re eye to eye, I hold her stare. “I want you. I want Mia, and nothing will change that. We can’t keep this from her. That’s only going to make things worse. I lost her once, Mandy. I can’t lose her again.”
“I know.” She sighs. “We’ll tell her. Can we just… take a minute to decide the best way?”
My heart is torn. I can’t lose my daughter, but I also know that I can’t live without Mandy and Mia in my life. The love that I have for this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I’ll do anything to make her happy.
“We don’t have to decide tonight, and I agree to give you some time to decide if I’m what you want, but, baby, I’m all in. You’re my end game. You and Mia.”
I part my lips to keep going. To tell her that I’m in love with her, but I hold back. She needs to come to terms with this. Tonight, we pushed past every invisible boundary we set for ourselves and those society has set for us. She needs to decide if I’m what she wants for her future.
If she decides we’re done, I don’t know how I’ll be able to be near her without her being mine, but it’s a decision she has to make. I’ll respect it no matter what she decides, but right now, I don’t want to think about anything but holding the woman I love in my arms.
Eighteen
Amanda
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I’ve been an emotional mess today. Not the kind where I’m sitting down and bawling my eyes out, but the sappy kind because today, my baby girl turns one.