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“Aerin,” I murmur, her name leaving my lips as both a prayer and a promise.
“I need this, Grey.I need to feel you again.”
My intention was to take my time, to savor the taste of her before preparing her for me.But Aerin, as always, is in charge.She positions herself on her knees, holding herself just above my straining cock, tipping forward.
“Let me take charge,” she murmurs as she lowers herself onto me, drawing me into her warmth inch by agonizing inch.
“Fuck.”I grip her hips with my fingers as every inch of me fills her pussy until she’s all the way down.
As I fill her, her back arcs in response, a cry echoing mine escaping her lips.Her movements are measured, a steady rise and fall that drives me deeper with each descent.The sensation of her tight heat around me is like sinking into liquid velvet.My resolve teeters on the edge as she clenches around me, the rhythm of our bodies syncing in a dance as old as time itself.
Our lips meet again, her light chasing away the shadows around us.She’s a fractured crystal base, shards pieced together by her, creating a more resilient and radiant Aerin.She is beautiful, courageous, and utterly captivating.
“Touch me,” she pleads as our mouths separate, gasping for air.
My hands respond to her plea, molding her breasts and drawing her nipples into my mouth with fervent possessiveness.My hand glides down her belly, journeying further until it finds her delicate bundle of nerves.A soft flutter of her eyelids meets my touch as I start to stroke her.
A sharp intake of breath escapes me as she grinds down on me, her movements eliciting a throbbing response.My free hand travels to her firm backside, slicking my thumb with her arousal before gently pushing into her, filling her in another way.
The way she arches into my touch, craving every inch of me, makes me yearn to tell her the depth of my feelings.That my love for her is real and profound.I dream of a future where we can be everything we both want, together.
Abruptly, her movements falter.Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine in a way I’ve never seen before.They’re vibrant, filled with raw lust.“You’re thinking too much.Too loudly,” she mumbles.
“Wha—”
“Lose yourself in me,” she interrupts.“Let me lose myself in you.Nothing else matters at this moment, just us.”
As we sink back into our rhythm, a flood of unspoken confessions presses against the inside of my chest.
I yearn to whisper, “I missed you when you were gone,” to tell her, “You’re my oxygen and my heart.”I want to express my craving for every tomorrow with her, my desire to map every inch of her with my lips, to dive deep into her.To be within her, that San and I couldn’t be whole or together because she was missing.
But the words remain unsaid, a silent plea echoing in my mind.It’s my turn to take control, to show her all of these things with actions instead of words.
“May I?”I ask.Slowly, gently, I guide her back onto the middle of the bed and align myself at her entrance.Her consent is a mere breath against my lips.“Wrap your legs around me.”
Her legs close around my waist, pulling me deeper.Her walls grasp me tighter as she tosses her head back.Aerin’s body shakes, the waves of pleasure coursing through her reverberating in me.I’m hyperaware of the heat between us, of her release slick against my skin, each pulsation matching my own heartbeat.
Tension coils in my core, building, and I’m on the precipice.I meet her lips, drinking in her cries as her orgasm crashes over her.My body answers in kind, a white-hot surge of release as I find my own climax buried deep within her.We unravel together, a shared ecstasy that leaves us breathless, spent, and we collapse on the bed.
I cradle her in the aftermath, waiting until the rhythm of her breath tells me she’s succumbed to sleep.Carefully, I shift us into her sleeping bag, adjusting the blanket and tucking her body flush against mine.
“I love you,” I murmur into her ear, pressing a soft kiss against the delicate column of her neck.The whispered words hang in the air.
“I love you, always,” she whispers back.Her words carve out a new shape in my heart.It might not be the same as before, but it feels right.It feels enough for her and for San.
ChapterThirty
Aerin
Bartendingwith Greyson is different every night.Tonight, we bounce between five bars, ensuring operations run smoothly before finally landing at Silver Moon.We stayed there longer since Tucker and his former bandmates played at the live venue.
By the time we arrived home, it was almost two in the morning.We showered—made love while conserving water—and fell asleep nestled in each other’s arms.Well, Grey did.I’m still wide awake.
It’s been almost two weeks since the conversation that crumbled what seemed to be the final wall between us.
Without San around, something feels odd.It adds to the complexity of the situation, plus I literally feel like there’s a Sanford-shaped hole in my heart and the house.
Greyson fills his days with therapy sessions.I keep myself busy with teleconferences and working on my license to practice in Washington.The requirements aren’t as many for me since I’m already board certified.Seems like everything is settling, well, everything but my sleep pattern.
