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He slides one finger inside me, and I moan in pleasure and surprise. His thumb circles my clit as his finger moves in and out of me, rubbing against the most sensitive spots inside. His other hand moves to my hips, holding me still as he increases the rhythm. I can feel the pressure building inside me, and I cry out as I come undone.
When he finally enters me, his thickness fills me completely. I gasp at the sensation, my whole body shuddering in ecstasy as he thrusts into me.
“You feel so good. You feel soo…”
He pauses, burying his face into my neck before continuing.
“You feel like home,” he whispers breathlessly as he continues to thrust into me.
I manage to say, “I love you,” before his movements become frenzied, and I am lost in the moment, the pleasure so overwhelming that I feel like I am soaring.
My skin is alive with sensation, feeling like it’s about to burst with pleasure. I wrap my legs tightly around him, wanting him to go even deeper. Continuous moans escape my lips as waves of pleasure wash over me.
His breathing becomes more ragged, and he grabs onto my hips, thrusting harder and faster into me. I can feel his pulsing heat inside me, and the sensation makes me bite my lip, trying to contain the intensity of the pleasure. Suddenly, his body tenses and I feel him shudder against me as he finds his own pleasure. He moves faster and faster, bringing us closer and closer to the edge until we tumble over into blissful orgasms.
We lay in a connected heap on the couch, basking in the afterglow of our pleasure. I feel safe and loved, knowing that Wayne will always protect me when I need him to and fill me up whenever I need him to, no matter what happens. As I stare into his eyes, I hope to provide him with as much comfort and love as he does for me.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
WAYNE
Us Against the World
My fingers embark on a journey along the curve of her jawline, tracing the path of her beautiful features. I meet her gaze and break the silence. "I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable around people who don't matter. It ignites this overprotective instinct, making me want to shield you from anyone who might want to hurt you."
Leslie's lips curve into a soft, assuring smile. "I appreciate your support and your protectiveness, Wayne. But I'm not fragile. I can handle difficult situations."
I bring my hand to gently cup her cheek. I'm well aware of your strength. That's one of the things that I admire about you. But the mere thought of you being in a situation like that sparked something in me that I couldn't control if they hurt you physically or emotionally. We don't want or need that."
She explains, "But Wayne, I could have handled it."
I cut her off. The air around us charges with unspoken emotions as our lips meet again, sealing our connection with a loving kiss. When the kiss ends, Leslie rests her head gently on my chest, and I envelop her in the circle of my arms, drawing her close to my heart.
"Your heartbeat; it's so soothing. It’s the only heartbeat I need," Leslie says softly.
"Yours is soothing too, and the only one I need," I tell her as the rhythmic beat of her heart serves as a soothing lullaby, calming me as we lie connected. I run my hand across the curve of her succulent brown thigh as I think of how to tell her the way her encounter with my teammates' significant others mademe feel. I blow out a deep breath and let it out, “I know you can handle the ladies, Les, but the need to ensure your safety, to be there for you, is something I can't control. Knowing they disrespected you makes me want to fix it.”
She smiles, her eyes reflecting gratitude. "I love that you're so protective of me, but I must face those ladies alone. You trust me to handle myself in a way that represents us as a team, right?"
My thumb brushes over her plush lips as I mentally search for ways to tell her that I trust her but trust myself more with her mental and physical protection. Her social and caring nature gives her too much of a positive view of people, an outlook that doesn’t always pan out.
"You're right, Les. I trust you one hundred percent, and I promise to let you take the lead on matters that involve you. But you must know it’s hard to stand by and wait, knowing someone is disrespectful to the woman I love when I could snap them in two if I wanted to.”
“Aw, Wayne, I know, but we’re not going to snap anyone in two. Jasmine has already done enough snapping to last a lifetime.” She lets out an exasperated sigh. “I wasn't expecting any of this to happen.”
"I don't blame you for any of it. We're learning how to navigate the world as a couple, and this was part of the learning process. Now, we know that this group can be unpredictable." I raise a brow, imagining how Jasmine and Moey's brawl unfolded. "And your sister, she hit Moey with brass knuckles.” I hold back a chuckle.
Leslie palms her face in embarrassment. "Jasmine," she begins after a moment, "My sister has so much fire in her, and while I admire her protective nature, I worry that it might lead her down a dangerous path."
I listen attentively, allowing Les to come to her own conclusions about what happened tonight as I run my fingers through her hair.
"While I'm not mad at her and understand why she did what she did, I wouldn't have handled it that way," Les admits.
I sigh. "Well, we have to help her channel that passion into something positive or she will end up in jail. That's if Moey doesn't change her mind and press charges anyway."
Leslie nods in agreement. "I'll talk to Jasmine about healthier ways to express herself and defend the people she cares about, but right now, I just want to focus my attention on getting through our wedding day."
My heart swells as I imagine her standing at the end of the altar, waiting for me. I tenderly kiss the crown of her head, my fingers brushing against her hair. "I can't wait to marry you. We're already family, but our wedding day will make it official. Can you make me a promise?"
