“Ready for me to fill you up again?” I ask while lazily pumping my fingers in and out of her soaking wet hole.
“God, yes, please,please…” Brielle moans.
I stand up behind her and grip her ass, massaging her perfect cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing all of her to my hungry eyes. I lean over and cover her, pressing my chest into her back as I reach around her with one hand. She shivers beneath me. I bite her shoulder, cup her breast, and drive my cock into her mercilessly, letting out a feral growl as I bottom out. She whimpers with each thrust and pushes back into me, letting me know she’s right here with me.
I skim my fingers down her torso, all the way to her pussy. Her clit is a fat little pearl, swollen and throbbing for me. She bucks against my hand as I play with it, rubbing and pinching and not letting her take a breath as I give her body more pleasure than she's ever known. She twists and cries in agony, but I don't stop. She's mine now. Mine to please. Mine to torture. Shearches in my arms as I take her apart piece by piece, letting out a desperate plea right before she breaks.
“That’s it, fucking come for me, Brielle,” I grunt, still pumping into her and teasing her nipples with one hand while rubbing her hard little clit.
“Elliot!” Brielle gushes for me, her tight pussy spasming around my cock again and again.
I don’t let her come back down, I keep drilling her harder and faster, gripping her ass and pulling her cheeks apart.
“Fucking love watching your pussy swallow my big dick,” I grunt.
“I… c-can’t stop… c-coming…” she gasps in between each word like it’s taking up all of her concentration just to breathe.
I wrap one arm around her hips and one across her perfect breasts, holding her up as her knees give out. Brielle is screaming my name and pounding her fist on the wall of the shower as another orgasm is torn from her very depths. Fucking beautiful.
I’m so lost watching her get obliterated by pleasure, that my climax slams into me unexpectedly. I roar as I thrust into her one last time, pressing her trembling body flush against the shower wall. I come almost violently, jet after jet shooting out of my dick as it swells and spasms inside of her.
Stumbling back a bit, I gather Brielle up in my arms and slowly slide down to the floor of the shower, not trusting my legs at the moment. She curls up into me, still shaking and breathing heavily.
“You okay?” I ask, still out of breath myself.
“So good,” she sighs.
I grin and nuzzle into the top of her head, letting the hot water pour over our bodies and relax our sore muscles. We still have a lot of room to grow, and we both have more healing to do, but everything seems possible with Brielle by my side.
“I love you so much,” I tell her. My girl freezes, and I wonder if I said the wrong thing. Then I realize that even though I’ve known I’m head over heels in love with this woman, I haven’t actually said those words out loud yet. “I’m sorry if that’s too much, I just want you to know how I feel. You’re under no pressure to say it back–”
“I love you, Elliot Erickson,” she says, cutting me off. “I think it was love at first grunt.” Brielle giggles at her own joke, and I can’t help but tickle her sides. She laughs and squirms in my lap, eventually settling down enough for me to hold her again.
I rock us back and forth, completely satisfied for the first time in my whole life. I can’t wait for a thousand more moments like this with my sunshine.
EPILOGUE
BRIELLE
“...and then we went to the carnival and I had so much cotton candy that I threw up blue and pink and it made purple!” Charlie says excitedly as he bursts through the front door.
Our eight-year-old comes running up to me and throws his arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. Despite him admitting to getting sick earlier in the day, I’ll never miss a chance to hug my son and tell him how much I love him.
“I take it your boys’ day out went well?” I ask Charlie as well as Elliot as he steps inside the cabin with a giant stuffed elephant.
“Woo!” Charlie exclaims, nodding his head. His face turns pale and I worry he might get sick again, but Charlie keeps it together. What a trooper.
“Yes, I’d say we had a good day, despite the rainbow puke.” I laugh and tell my son to go brush his teeth and rinse out his mouth. “And how was girls’ day in?” my husband asks as he circles his arms around my waist.
“It was fun to have a spa day and do our nails. Rachel loved it. She passed out about forty-five minutes ago. I was going to let her sleep for a bit before dinner.”
“I’m glad we both got to spend time with the kids one-on-one today,” he says. My heart melts for him and how much he loves Rachel and Charlie. Elliot draws me close, pulling me in for a kiss.
I place my hand on his chest, keeping him a few inches away. “Just checking that Charlie was the only one who threw up a rainbow today?”
Elliot narrows his eyes at me, a playful spark in his deep green irises. “That’s correct, sunshine. I’d never do anything to risk missing a kiss from the most beautiful, clever, intelligent woman I’ve ever seen.”
He closes the distance between us and takes my lips as his own, sliding his tongue inside my mouth and winding me up in slow and steady strokes.
