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The orgasm erupts.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry, bouncing up and down so fast now, hardly even aware of what I’m doing.

All that truly exists is the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of me, the lust erupting from his head fiercer and hotter each moment.

I feel my hole quivering and tightening as he grinds deeper, and deeper, as he pushes so far inside of me it’s like we’re becoming one person. My pussy gives a flaring flutter at the thought, as soaked lust squirts out of me and down his cock.

He snarls and rears up, staring down at our nakedness.

I watch him as tears of euphoria make him blurry, as the thought of this act ever making me nervous rises like a joke in my mind.

Hovering in this feeling is heaven, pure hot tingling ecstasy, as my man’s whole face contorts with the closeness of his own release.

“Do it,” I gasp, bouncing against him. “Oh, God. Do it.”

“Say it,” he snaps. “Tell me. To come. Inside. Of you.”

“Come in me, baby,” I moan. “Oh, fuck. Come in my pussy. Come in my horny young pussy.”

“That, that,” he says frantically, fucking me even harder, slamming into me so hard the mattress whines, and the whole bed bucks. “Keep saying that, baby. Keep. Fucking. Saying. That.”

“Come in my horny young pussy,” I scream, my voice strangled with the mountain of lust. “Come in me hard. Make me pregnant. Make. Me…”

But I can’t finish, my words cutting off as he lets out a carnal roar and collapses against me, his hard chest grinding against my body as he pommels into me.

I wrap my arms around him harder, cradling him close as both of us surge toward a crescendo, a shared moment of pure timelessness, of pure euphoria.

The rest of the world doesn’t exist.

Anxiety, self-doubt, disbelief, all of the negative crap ceases to be.

I shatter in his embrace crying out his name.

It’s just me and him, me and my man, as our bodies heat up like they’re on fire, his seed filling me, as the sizzling pulsing joins us, fuses us together.

“I love you,” I whisper, but the words come out jumbled and quiet, impossible to hear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet,” he growls, as our bodies begin to slow down, as the pleasure seeps away and we’re left with warmth and emotion shivering between.

He falls to the side with a heaving sigh, grabbing me and pulling me toward him. Laying my head against his chest feels like the most natural thing in the world, as I close my eyes and let his heartbeat reverberate through me, becoming a part of me.

“See, Maddie?” he says, his fingers making patterns in my hair. “I told you our bodies would know what to do.”

“Hmm.” I shuffle closer to him. “You were right. So freaking right.”

I almost say it again.

I love you.

But then fear rises inside of me, acid-tinged fear, the sort that wraps around my body and squeezes tightly, squeezes like it’s going to choke me.

What if he doesn’t say it back?

Closing my eyes, I kiss his chest and simply lie with him.

I’m not going to let myself ruin this moment. I’m not going to let myself devolve into anxious wondering when there’s so much lust and magic closeness to be shared.

“I can’t wait to do it again,” I whisper. “It felt so freaking good.”

“You sound surprised.” He chuckles.

“No, not really… I just. I didn’t know how good it would feel.”

“It’s because we’re made for each other.” He kisses the top of my head, cuddling me closer. “Our bodies need each other.”

I nod, my cheek rubbing his chest.

“Everything we are, it’s made for each other,” he goes on gruffly. “I can’t wait to start our future together.”

I look up at him, a smile spreading across my face, my cheeks tight and warm with the glittering perfection of the moment. “Don’t be silly, Madden. We’ve already started our future.”

He looks deeply into my eyes, something shimmering across them. Desire, but not the same desire that caused him to take me with such carnal force.

No, this is something else, like he wants to say something.

Is it, I love you?

Does he want to say it too?

But then he leans down and presses his lips against my forehead, and holds them there for a few precious moments.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he says softly.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Madden

The crew leads The Endless Searcher back toward the harbor as I stand at the railing with my woman, my arms wrapped around her from behind, my fists tight on the railing as I press close to her.

I can’t press too close, because of the two-man crew guiding us back toward the city.

That’s why I’ve already enrolled myself in sailing classes, so I can take out my perfect woman on our own private trips… far away from the shore, where I can find some calm waters and drag her to bed, slamming into her fine curvy body as she quivers and creams.

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