by Holly Hart
“Unh,” he groans in my ear.
He grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor, carrying me to the big four-poster bed. When he drops me onto it, I actually bounce.
His body covers me a second later, grabbing my hands in his and pulling them up over my head. Rock-hard muscle presses down against my breasts and belly as the tip of his shaft presses against my wet slit.
“Oh, Chance,” I moan as I lift my wide-open legs and wrap them around his hips.
There’s no foreplay here, only animal lust. An instant later and he’s fully inside me, prompting my first quivering orgasm.
He holds me tightly as I tremble through it, nibbling on his shoulder, floating on a cloud of desire.
“I can’t wait,” he pants in my ear. His hips start to move, thrusting deeply, quickly, until I have to prop my hands against the headboard to keep from being driven right into it.
It’s never been like this. We’ve gotten really good at fucking over the last few years, but this is something else. As if the future of the human race depends on us both coming as fast and as hard as we can.
He picks me up and turns me so that I’m straddling him, his hands pulling my legs apart as far as they’ll go. My breathing turns into animal grunts as he lifts his hips, driving as fast and as deep as he can go.
The normal pooling of pleasure is a tidal wave now, breaking the dams and overflowing the levees until my entire body becomes a conduit for it. As it overtakes me, I collapse on top of him holding on for dear life until his cannon finally goes off inside me, making my toes curl up until they hurt.
The waves keep on breaking against me, over and over, forcing my whole body to spasm with delight. I can’t catch my breath, and suddenly I fear I might actually somehow come myself into a stupor.
Finally the ecstasy begins to ebb, slowly, setting off a few aftershocks that make me grip Chance’s shoulders until they pass. My breath huffs in his face, blowing his hair back from his forehead in great, heaving gusts.
“My God,” I finally gasp. All my strength is gone. “What… what the hell… was that?”
His chest is heaving underneath me. His effort was so much more than mine; I can’t imagine how he’s still able to speak.
“I had to feel you,” he pants. “Had to know… you were still here. Not just a dream.”
I use the last of my strength to cover his mouth with mine and give him a long, deep, wet kiss, until I have to stop to catch my breath.
“I’m here,” I whisper. “I’m here.”
“Don’t ever fucking do that again,” he breathes.
I snuggle against him and lay my head next to his, my grinning lips against his ear.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I whisper.
“Are you okay?” Grace asks as Chance and I descend the steps into the pool. “You look a little tired.”
I bite my tongue to keep from grinning like a fool. Chance gives me a look that says he’s doing the same.
“It’s been a long day,” I say, dipping below the surface up to my chin.
“Mommy!” Ava hoots. She’s paddling toward me with her inflatable water wings and splashing up a storm.
“Is that a fish?” Chance says, scooping her up. “Look! I caught a fish!”
“No!” she shrieks, but she’s giggling like a maniac. “Imma girl!”
Tre glides over beside Grace and slides an arm around her.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Couldn’t be better,” Chance says.
“Good. We had something we wanted to talk to you about.”
“Go ahead,” I say, wrapping my arm around Chance’s neck so that he’s flanked by his two girls.
“We were wondering – ”
“If you would stand up for us at our wedding!” Grace finishes.
Chance and I exchange a glance.
“I don’t know,” he says, frowning. “Do I have to wear a tie?”
Tre chuckles as Grace and I roll our eyes. “Ah ah ha ha ha,” we mock laugh.
Ava seems to sense that we’re ganging up on him, so she gives him a peck on the cheek.
“Daddy,” she says, as if summing up her argument.
Chance responds with a raspberry against her neck, sending her into a fit of giggles.
“Of course we will,” I say as Ava splashes off into the pool.
“You know what this means, right?” Tre says to Chance. “We’re going to be brothers-in-law.”
Chance sighs. “Well, I guess you can’t choose your family,” Then he brightens. “Oh, wait a minute! Yes, you can!”
“And you chose well,” I say.
Grace looks me in the eye. “You have to promise me that you’re not going to pull another stunt like you did today. I don’t want to have to find another matron of honor.”
“Sorry, sis, I can’t promise that. What I can promise is that I’ll always be careful. Just like Chance.”
She frowns. “I guess that’s all I can ask for.”
The sun finally dips below the tower building of the resort, offering us some very welcome shade.
With the glare gone, I can see Tre and Grace tossing Ava back and forth, to her utter delight.
“It’s interesting that we saw an elephant family today,” I muse.
Chance’s arm is around my waist under the water. He pulls me tight and puts his lips next to my ear, prompting a delicious shiver as I flashback to our afternoon delight.
“Yeah?” he whispers. “Why’s that?”
“They’re matriarchal animals,” I say. “I read once that all of the females in the herd will help raise the babies and protect them from danger, regardless of blood ties.”
I turn to face him. “Sound familiar?”
He smiles and pulls me close. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I see a tear in the corner of his eye.
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