by Jillian Neal
“That’s my good girl.” He pulled her breast deep in his mouth suckling the fevered mound as he let his fingers work her over.
She grasped his hair and held his head to her breast. Her nails dug into his scalp as she spiraled out of control.
He pulled his head away as she convulsed and clung to him fiercely. He held her in the safety of his embrace letting the waves wash over her as she writhed and begged for more.
“I’m not finished, baby doll. I’m gonna take good care of my Maylea.” She fought to catch her eluding breath.
Forcing himself to slow, Dan took her hand and wrapped it around his strain. “Feel me. Feel how hard you make me, before I make you take it all. I’m gonna fill that tight little pussy so full you can’t feel anything but me deep inside of you.”
She grasped and groped him. Her fingertips explored the thickened veins and spun over his head. It drove him wild.
He turned her around and flipped her wet hair to one side as he kissed the back of her neck. Working his lips down her wet skin, he let his teeth drag over spot where her neck and shoulder met and listened to her furtive moans.
He traced slow tedious patterns down her back and massaged her breasts from behind her as he pressed his strain to her sexy ass.
She leaned. She wanted more. They needed to be one. She was desperate for him to permeate her, to fill her with his length and with his energy. She needed to feel his love and to know that he would always be hers for eternity.
“Are you ready, sweetheart? You ready for me to make you mine?”
“Now,” she begged.
“Take it, baby.” Dan grasped her hips and slipped deeply inside of the slick pulsing heavenly paradise that was all his. He filled her to overflowing then reset slowly. Letting her envelope him inch by inch, he pulled away and pushed in again slowly and rhythmically.
He listened to her frantic pleas to be taken harder and faster and answered her cries. He fulfilled every desire as he transitioned and began to pump her full and pound into her.
She clawed the rock wall as the first release broke over her in a riptide of drowning need.
Dan pulled her body back to his and wrapped one hand over her breasts and the other around her swell. He kept himself inside of her letting the orgasm pulse around him.
“I’m not finished with you. You ready for more, baby? Be a good girl and take a little more for me.” He groaned from the ecstasy of her rippled tugs all around him.
“Oh, God, yes. Give it to me. I want all of you.”
“Oh, baby doll, don’t you worry. I’m gonna fill you full.” He growled as he began to pound into her once again. He moved his hands to her hipbones burying himself inside of her perfection.
“God, you are so beautiful!” He watched his strain be consumed by her body through the clear, rippling water. The sight was too much. She pulsed fiercely, and it was just more than he could withstand.
She was too perfect and felt far too good. She was his, all his, full of him, full of his baby, and as she broke again, he followed her, straining tightly against her walls. Their releases combined inside of her as their gasping groans echoed off of the rock walls and were drowned by the falling water.
Dan panted for breath as he withdrew. He turned her back around and held her tightly to his chest. “I love you so much, Maylea.”
They stayed in that position clinging tightly to the only thing that would ever matter, the only thing that made life worth living.
When they emerged from under the falls, Dan helped her out of the pool. “I’m glad you remembered towels. I was done for after your note. I hardly remembered to get dressed.” He dried her off and then helped her pull her sundress over her head.
He managed to redress while keeping in constant contact with her.
“Wanna go get some fish tacos and then go watch the sunset on Salt Pond?” He repeated her invitation from the first night he’d ever been to the farm.
“That’s perfect.” She agreed but was still scared to leave their sanctuary and to leave the serenity of all they’d forged on the farm.
They sat out on a quilt eating fish tacos and watching the sun begin its descent into the ocean.
“This is where we decided to get married and to make Halia.” She whispered, but he needed no reminder.
“I know, baby. I’ll never forget.”
“I’ve been so scared all day.”
“I knew that too.” He cupped his hand and then let his shield surround her.
“But then I realized,” she whispered as he began dragging his fingers gently through her hair. “It doesn’t matter where we live or even where we are. What we have, the things that bind us together as a family, they don’t just exist here. If I’m beside you, that’s all that matters.”
“I will always be right beside you, Maylea, no matter where we are. Right beside you is the only place I ever want to be.”
Fionna leaned up and kissed Dan’s jaw as her energy began to settle and calm from his shield.
“Me too.”
The End
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Jillian Neal is a New Adult author with a passion for passion. She tells strong, character-driven stories from the male perspective. Her guys aren’t afraid to let us inside their minds or inside their bedrooms. Young love comes to life inside the author’s Realm, along with sinister crime-fighting, mixed in with a hearty dose of family. The engaging adventures will stretch your mind and keep you coming back for more.
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