Page 136 of Promise

We’ve been in numerous positions, and he almost always says the same thing. Since his return and our eventual reunion, we’ve been insatiable for one another, like we’d been when we first started.

When we kissed after a car ride.

Kissed again on my shift break.

And then started making out whenever we had the chance.

But the real change came when we started having sex. When I said we were hooking up, and Dart said he was loving me, even back then. Even before we fully defined our relationship.

He always knew it was love, he said.

When Dart says he never thought, I almost always stop him, but the one area I don’t is when he says he knew he’d never love anyone the way he loves me.

Fully. Completely. Forever.

He adds a second finger to the first, easily entering me, filling me, like only he can.

“So good,” I whisper, clutching at the bed cover.

“Gonna be good for you,” he says.

I smile as he continues to tease me, wrapping his other hand around me to get to that sweet spot.

I wiggle and whine, and just give in to his touch.

I come slow and steady, like the river that runs through this town. I languish in the release, letting it ease out of me, letting it carry me away.

“Wow,” I whisper, as I come down from the high.

Dart leans forward, kissing my shoulder blade. “Scoot forward, Trin.”

I do as he asks, getting as close to the headboard as I can. Then Dart is there, his tip at my entrance. His cock inching into me.

I press back to meet him, to draw him forward.

He wraps his arm around my middle, tugging me upward, and I use the spindles of the headboard to help me climb, until I’m seated in his lap.

“This is new,” I smile, full in a new way. My legs spread wide. My back to his front.

“Gotta keep things fresh,” he says into the side of my neck, smiling through his saucy comment.

Using the headboard as leverage, I lift myself, then lower back onto him.

“Trin,” he hums, gripping my hips.

“Like that?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.

“Love it.” He kisses my shoulder. “Love you, Forever.”

I turn my head, but our kiss is quick because our pace picks up. The headboard taps the wall. The mattress shifts. And I stay on Dart’s lap, meeting his thrusts with my own, drawing him deeper, riding him faster.

“Yes,” I cry out. Yes to him, to us, to this. To our life, and our love.

He slips one hand between my legs, finding that sweet spot again.

“I—”

He nips my neck near my shoulder, another sweet spot he knows well. “You will.”