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Pressure gathered in her center. He grabbed her hips, guiding her faster up and down over his shaft. He leaned forward, his pubic bone hitting her just where she needed it as he tugged her lip into his mouth.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she repeated.
He dipped a hand between them, pressing on her clit. Her eyes burst wide open. A flash of light exploded in her vision as she orgasmed. Finn continued to drive into her, flicking her clit as her climax continued.
“Finn!” Every muscle clenched around him as a look of awe and love shone in his gaze.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His words only added an extra push into the oblivion of the longest orgasm she’d ever had. Wave after wave crashed and ricocheted inside her. She soared, ecstasy rippling through her, penetrating every molecule until nothing existed but her soul drowning in bliss.
The only thing that would make this moment any better is to have her husband come with her. She gripped his shoulders, increasing her pace as she fucked him. Using all her strength to lift her hips, she rode blessed gravity as she came down over him, squeezing him again and again with her pussy.
“Fuck! Yes, baby. I’m close,” Finn ground out, both hands dropping to squeeze her ass.
“Come with me. Fill me up. Give me everything,” she chanted, her movements frantic, needy, and desperate.
Wild unbridled pleasure erupted through her as his arms tensed around her.
“I love you too, Finn. I love you,” she cried as another wave of bliss pushed her over the edge and soaring into the abyss of euphoria.
His face contorted in controlled chaos. “Charli!” He came roaring her name. Finn’s abs flexed under her hands as he pulsed inside of her, warm spurts of him filling her up. Her thighs locked around him as aftershocks pounded through her.
His mouth melded to Charli’s, soft and sweet. Resting his forehead against hers, he said, “I love you, Charli. You’re it for me too.”
If she’d been holding back any piece of her heart from this man, it was gone now. He’d stolen every part of her for the second time in her life. And it was the best feeling in the world.
31
Finn
Finn wrapped the fluffy towel around Charli before drying himself off. “I’ll be right in after I clean up this water.” He dropped another towel onto the ground to mop up some of the mess they’d made.
“Don’t be too long.” She smiled sleepily at him.
He bit his lip as she walked away. Finn turned to look at himself in the mirror. Droplets of moisture glistened from his hair. His eyes had that faraway quality to them. I’m in love with my wife. He grinned. Something else the old Finn and new version had in common. She loves me too. A burst of something warm and hopeful tumbled in his chest.
He finished cleaning and started the washer before rejoining his gorgeous, naked wife in bed. She was on her side with a pillow between her knees. Finn dropped his towel and slipped under the covers, molding his body to hers like two puzzle pieces designed to fit perfectly.
She lifted her head and laid it on his arm. “Finn?” she asked before she yawned and turned over, facing him. She lay at an angle, her belly resting against his side.
“Yeah?” He leaned his cheek to her head, inhaling her sweet, rich natural scent.
She traced circles with her finger over his bare chest. “Would you be open to seeing a therapist? I think maybe it could help you work through some stuff instead of holding it all in. You’d have someone neutral to talk to about everything.”
A jolt of panic zipped through him, quickly replaced with embarrassment. Therapy was for chicks and white people. Why would he want to go talk about his feelings with a stranger? He had a hard enough time verbalizing them with his wife. No. He didn’t need that. “Nah. That’s not for me. I have you. You’re all I’ll ever need. We can do this together—just the two of us. We’re a team, remember?”
“I know, but sometimes it can help having someone from the outside looking in.” She dropped her palm to his pec.
“How about we shelve that idea for now?” He kissed her head and rested his head against the pillow.
“You’ll talk to me?”
“Promise.”
She seemed to accept his words. Her breathing evened out a few minutes later as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. The curtains were closed, save for a sliver of moonlight that passed through illuminating a portion of her face. He took the time to study her profile. From this angle, he could make out the slope of her forehead, the dip to her nose, and a few of her darker freckles. Her long eyelashes dusted over her fair cheeks. She was gorgeous. And all mine.
He stayed like that for an hour, relishing the feel of her in his arms. But just like most other nights, sleep evaded him. Slipping his arm out from under her, he was careful not to wake her as he quietly grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie from the chair in the corner and left the room. He slid on a pair of shoes, picked a set of keys, and locked the house behind him as he headed towards the dark garage.
The sun wouldn’t be up for a few hours. Stars were scattered across the sky. The distant sound of an owl hooted in the otherwise silent night. He entered and flicked the light on, going straight for the leather journal. He sighed, the fog of his breath creating a small cloud in the freezing space. He carried it back to the house and flipped through the pages.
