Page 166 of Reverie
She starts to lick the base of my hard-on like an ice cream cone, teasing me and edging me like a motherfucker.
I think about it.
“Get your cunt over here,” I say, my voice a hard rasp.
As she scrambles over me, she says, “Good. Because I’m so fucking wet from sucking you off, it will take me like thirty seconds to cooooo-me.” She moans the last word as she sinks onto me, and I jab my hips up so that my pubic bone hits her clit.
“Fuck, that’s cheating, H,” she says, “I’m in the driver’s seat.”
I am very conscious of relaxing all the muscles in my body. “Well, drive then.”
She puts her hands on my chest and uses them and her knees as leverage to grind against me.
And then she starts to really fuck me.
“You’re an amazing man, Hunter Brigham,” she says, making a figure-eight with her hips. I stare down at where my dick disappears inside her, ignoring her words.
“You are so brave. You’re a great example of how people can grow. August and I are so lucky to have you,” she says, her tone going a little breathless.
“Sunbeam,” I choke.
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world. You think you’re lucky to have me. Well, I’m so fucking lucky that I have you. And not because you’re a kajillionaire. You could be broke as hell and I’d still want you. I’m lucky because I have someone who gets me and understands me. I can be myself with you, and a lot of people don’t have that.”
My chest starts to get tight.
“Winter, fuck,” I burst out.
“We’re going to do life together, Hunter Brigham. You and me and our family. Because we deserve this happiness. We deserve what we have right now.”
My head tilts back on the pillows, and I am seconds away from ripping my hands from the bonds and grabbing her hips, but I let her be in control.
Ilether be in control.
I surrender.
She leans down and presses a bite to my pec, and that little edge of pain is enough to get me to come.
“Fuck, Winter,” I grind out, and she clamps onto me as my cock jerks, releasing hot cum deep inside her.
She lets out a rich moan, her eyes squeezed tight as she comes on my cock, rocking harder and faster to chase her completion.
When we’re both finished, I’m boneless, and the knots give way on their own. She collapses on my chest and then asks, “Was all that okay?”
I don’t know why, but the moment causes my eyeballs to burn. It’s a mix of emotions—heavy, heavy emotions. But I look down at the love of my life, and instead, I say, “I loved every minute of it.”
TWENTY-FOUR
WINTER
“It’s giving sexism, Hunter.”
I stand with my arms crossed on the balcony overlooking the dense jungle of trees that separates us from the shore. The wind whips my skirt around my knees, making it difficult for me to tap my foot like I want to. There’s cloud cover today, which I’m grateful for, and I enjoy the sharp breeze against my skin. I’m wearing a two-piece bikini—a first for me—and for once, I’m not covered in sweat despite being outside at the height of the noon sun.
We’ve been on Winter Island for a full week, and it’s been the most peaceful, love-filled week of my life. The highlight was yesterday morning. The baby kicks all the time now, and when I woke up that morning with the sheet bunched low around my hips, I stared as my belly jiggled with their movements.
Hunter woke to my sobs, and he immediately became worried, cautiously wiping my tears.
This is the thing he’s the most repentant about: getting me pregnant. Having a baby changes the game for both of us in massive ways. I’ll never say that he forced me to get pregnant because Idoknow how babies are made.