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I’m pushing back against him, squeezing my eyes shut tight, and my orgasm is building toward the point of no return. “That’s it. Right there.”
He thrusts and thrusts, bringing me closer.
“Keep doing it, just like that.”
I hit that swell as another slap of his body against mine jolts me. If he wasn’t holding me so firmly, I’d be knocked over.
“Come with me.” I gasp as he spears me again. I’m so close, but suddenly it feels important to reach it together.
Jarra groans. “Can I?” His large hands squeeze my hips and he somehow finds the energy to go faster. “Fuck.”
“Yes, gorgeous. Come with me. Come on.”
He pounds into me faster and faster, his finger slipping across my pussy as his cock slides in and out. I burst across the finish line and sensation centers for one long moment where our bodies join.
Then it’s spreading. He’s bellowing, coming into me as I come around him in a flurry of final thrusts and grunts. On the final thrust, warm wet liquid drips down my thigh. Jarra freezes, buried deep inside me.
A moment later, the world rights itself again and he lets out a long sigh. “Oh, God. It’s been way too long since we did it that way. Look what a mess I made of you.”
He disentangles himself from me only to flop onto the bed and pull me into his arms, giving me no chance to look at the mess between my legs or for my pussy to stop pulsing.
One arm wrapped around me tight, Jarra sneaks his other between my legs to rub me slowly.
I moan and spread wider to give him access. Using the slippery moisture coating my pussy, he rubs me to another, slow, sensuous orgasm before pressing a tender kiss on my forehead.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
I snuggle a little closer into him, brushing my cheek against the rough hair on his chest. “Pretty sure you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, but I’ll take it.”
Jarra sighs. “So, when are we getting married? I believe you made me a promise some time ago.”
I chuckle. “But I know how much you like it when I make you wait, baby.”
His chest rises and falls with his own soft laughter. “Yeah, you know it. Still. Mom’s nagging me ’cause she wants to put a plaque on the family tree for Elsa and Damian.”
I grin. Jarra’s family tree is a literal tree on his parents’ farm and when he says that his Mom wants to put a plaque up that almost brings a tear to my eye. “Well, that’s the best reason I’ve heard so far. In that case, we can do it this year, as long as you don’t want anything big.”
“Oh, I think we have to go big. It’s a political statement, after all.”
I roll my eyes. “We can have a professional photoshoot and a media release, and all that stuff, but let’s keep the actual wedding small. After all, you’re just a municipal councilor, not the mayor.”
“Good thing, too. Though we might have to invite the new mayor. Pretty sure I owe him a favor. And the manager at La Dolce Vita and Sofia, and—”
I cover his mouth with my hand while he continues to mumble names into my palm. “You get ten guests. That’s it. Pick them wisely.”
“Ten!” I don’t need to move my hand to hear him loud and clear.
“Ten.”
He sighs and rests his lips against my forehead in a lingering kiss. “Well, you know what, as long as my bride is there, I don’t care.”
My fingers trail down to the patch of hair I love on his lower belly and I sigh. “Jarra, can I tell you something?”
“Mmm?” He’s probably sleepy. If I know Jarra well, and I do, he’s about to fall asleep on me for at least twenty minutes, so I have to hurry up and spit it out. Only I’m nervous. Silly isn’t it?
I tease my fingers over his belly a moment longer. “I think it’s time.”
“Huh?”
