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“Yes! Grant! Shit!”
Her juices caused my thumb to slip and it pierced the puckered hole clenched between her beautiful cheeks, and I watched her flinch. Her entire body contracted as my cock spilled into her, pumping her full of my hot cum as her pussy grew greedy. Hungry. Begging for more.
Then, I heard a breathless want fall from Theresa’s lips.
“Move it,” she said. “Please.”
I crooked my thumb against her, and she moaned. I slid it slowly up and pushed it back in as her orgasm continued. She was shivering, her muscles were working overtime. My cock was clamped inside of her, unable to move as my thumb stroked her ass. She pulsed for me, rendered speechless from the pleasure coursing through her system. I slowly fucked her ass with my thumb as I held her in midair, watching her head hang over the edge of the bed as she clung to the sheets.
She was gasping as her body dripped with sweat. Her pussy slowly let me go, and I slid out before I gathered her in my arms. My thumb slipped from her ass. She was heaving for air. Gasping and coughing, like she hadn’t had water in days.
I held her close to me, rocking her side to side. The aftershocks of her orgasm kept her in a constant state of shivering. I fell against the bed and took her with me, then grabbed the blanket and slid it over our bodies. Her face was pressed into the crook of my neck as she caught her breath, her hands reaching out to mine.
She laced our fingers together as our intermingled juices dripped from between her legs and ran over my skin. But I didn’t care.
All I cared about was the sweet slumber Theresa had slipped back into and how soft she felt against my body.
This was where I was always meant to be.
CHAPTER 25
THERESA
When I woke up the next morning, my body was an aching mess. But my head wasn’t throbbing, and a smile crossed my cheeks. The sun was hanging high in the sky, and I could still smell the presence of Grant. Memories of the night before crashed to the forefront of my mind, and I rolled over to find him.
But he wasn’t there.
I sat up in bed and looked around, then smiled at the sensation. My neck no longer hurt as much, and it reminded me that my body was healing itself, that I was getting better. I was going to be okay, no matter what happened.
I slid from the bed and wrapped the sheet around my body before I went in search of Grant.
It was the first time I was getting a decent look at the hotel room. The miniature kitchen. The plush couches and chairs. The soft carpet underneath my feet. But it wasn’t until I turned and looked out onto the porch that I saw what made this place special.
It was oceanfront.
I dragged the sheet off the bed and stepped out onto the balcony. Grant was sitting out there in a chair with his legs spread wide in nothing but a pair of boxers. The salty wind was whipping around, kicking up sand as the waves crashed against the shore. Grant looked back at me and grinned, then I made my way over and sat in his lap.
“Morning,” he said, his arm wrapping around me.
“Good morning,” I said.
I giggled as he nuzzled into my hair.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” I said, breathlessly.
“Good,” he chuckled.
“Thanks for taking me away. For, you know, giving me this time to heal.”
“Of course. Wouldn't have had it any other way.”
“But you know we can’t stay here.”
I watched his face grow somber as he turned it back out to the ocean.
“I know,” he said.
