Page 101 of Resolve


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“Zach! I’m all wet!” she yelps.

“Good. That’s a time-saver,” I reply as I start divesting myself of my swim trunks.

She rolls her eyes.

“Better get those ‘wet’ clothes off,” I add as I saunter to her while palming my erection.

The best part about Reagan is that now that we’re so well acquainted, she has zero shyness. She gets up on her knees and removes each strap of her bathing suit, slowly pushing it down her torso to reveal one breast and then the other. My eyes watch as she puts on a show for me. She knows exactly what she is doing, and her confidence is sexy as fuck.

With a little flourish, she discards her wet suit with a spin on her finger, letting it sail through the air and land on the floor tiles with a wet slap. But I’m not watching the article of clothing, I’m watching Reagan. She crooks her finger in a “come here” motion and I step to the edge of the bed.

She’s back on her knees, her head level with my chest. She looks up at me and a serious look crosses her face.

I reach out and take her jaw in my hand. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Promise it’ll always be like this,” she whispers, her eyes getting glassy with unshed tears.

I don’t answer her right away as I slowly push her down onto the mattress and crawl over her. She spreads her legs and I nestle my erection against her wetness. When my nose is touching hers, I smile.

“I promise, always,” I whisper back before pressing my lips to hers.

We lie like that, kissing for what feels like hours and no time at all. Our tongues languidly sliding along the others. Our bodies rocking. I wait until my cock slips just inside as I pivot my hips, and then I sink slowly inside, inch by glorious inch. She’s still on the pill, but we’ve been talking about changing that in a few years. We aren’t ready for children yet, but someday, we want them. I’ve told her I’ll do whatever she wants, and I mean that. It’s her body and her decision. And as long as I have her, I’ll always be complete.

She widens her legs, accepting all of me into her. When I’m buried to the hilt, I take my time pulling out and thrusting back inside.

“Faster. I…I need more of you,” she says with urgency.

I love winding her up. I love everything about her. I love her.

Her plea urges me onward and I reach under her knees and pull them up to her chest. I slide in deep, and she moans, spurring me on as I start to thrust faster. I know what my girl likes, and her little sexy whimpers only work to ramp me up into a lust-filled stupor of rapid movement.

“Oh, God! Right there! Don’t stop!” she screams as I piston.

I press her legs as far as I can, so she’s nearly bent in half beneath me. I can feel her pulsing around my cock.

“Yes, come for me!” I urge because I’m about to the point of no return.

“I’m coming!” she yells as her eyes squeeze shut and her body begins to tremble beneath me. Her pulsating muscles clench around me in spasms and I can’t hold back any longer.

I roar through my orgasm as I empty inside her.

3

REAGAN

I rollover and look at my phone. “Shit. We gotta get going,” I yelp as I pry myself out of Zach’s death grip. When Zach said he was going to rock my world all night long, I didn’t anticipate that would include this morning, twice. It’s official. I’m dating the Energizer bunny of men. Now it’s afternoon and I’ve slept through lunch.

He stirs and groans. “Babe, my head is killing me. I think I have a migraine.”

“Wait? What?” I say as I turn toward him.

He puts an arm over his face. “My head. I don’t think I can go.”

I crawl back toward him. “Are you serious? Really? I think I have some meds.” I go to grab my purse but his hand comes out to stop me.

“It’s a bad one. Just go without me. I’m so sorry,” he mumbles.

I want to be annoyed but how can I be when he’s in pain? Zach is known to get some really bad migraines. Guilt wars with disappointment in my head.

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