Page 114 of Just One Moment
Ilook up the length of her body.Hersupple stomach.Fullbreasts, heaving with each thrust of my fingers.Therosy-pink nipples she’s rolling between her fingers.Hersexy, buxom figure is a damn masterpiece.
“Sogreedy for both your holes to be filled, aren’t you?”
Consideringshe thought herself as inexperienced when we first got together, she’s always willing to try something at least once.This, she loves.Icoat my index finger in her slick arousal, before circling that tight ring of muscle.
Sheclenches around my fingers, pulling me deeper as she turns her head to bite down on the pillow.
“God,Ican’t wait to take this ass one day.”Ithrust both fingers deeper, causing her back to arch off the bed. “Nowlet go.Letme hear you, honey.”
Assoon asIpull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard, she doesn’t have time to warn me, not thatIneed it.I’mwell versed inQuinn’spleasure.Witha raspy cry, she detonates, fingers clawing at my scalp as her taste fills my mouth.
“Therewe go,”Ipraise her through what is her fourth orgasm. “Perfect, so perfect for me.”
Shecollapses onto the mattress, andIkiss her thighs and belly as she comes down from her orgasm.
“Graham, how on earth amIsupposed to turn up to your mom’s for dinner now?You’vefucked me senseless.”Shetries and fails to sit up, but there’s a humor to her exhausted voice.
Icrawl up her body, trailing my lips across every dip and curve, untilIreach her flushed face. “Ihaven’t fucked you yet,”Isay with wicked smile.
“Keepyour monster tentacle away from me.I.Am.Done.I’llgive you a blow job later, but”—she glances at the clock on the bedside table—“we have one hour until we need to be there.AndIneed to shower.”
“I’mholding you to that,”Icall as she climbs off the bed, squeaking whenIsmack her round ass.
Whenshe returns from her shower, her skin a dusty peach color from the hot water,I’malready waiting for her on the edge of the bed with her present clutched between my hands.I’mmostly shaking from excitement, but there’s always a nervousness when being vulnerable.
It’sbeen almost two weeks sinceQuinnandIreunited.I’mstill working on not overthinking or doubting myself.Quinn’strust and belief in me has helped me see myself in a different light.We’reboth due to meet with our therapists for the first time next month, but at least we’re not doing it alone.
We’renot perfect, and there will be hard times, but whatever we face, we’ll do it together.Ondays she needs a quiet, strong pair of arms to bury herself into,I’llbe there.WhenIneed a shot of serotonin and a boost of confidence, she’ll give me that.
Oppositesdon’t just attract.Theycome together so uniquely and magnificently, you’d never know they weren’t the same.
Mystriking other half stands in front of me now, naked, and looking so devastating, it takes a tremendous amount of effort not to fall to my knees and beg her to be my wife.
Soon.
We’rein no rush.AndIwantQuinnto fully experience all of the amazing things happening with the bakery.
Hervan is still parked onMartinWillis’sland, and we stayed there the other night.Neveragain.Iwoke up twisted like a bagel and still can’t get the knots out of my back.
Shehasn’t moved back in, but she never fully moved out.SomethingIhope we discuss soon.
I’mnow wearing myChristmasDaysweater—one she picked out.Andnot only doesCurlyhave a matching one, but so does she.Shelaughed whenIsaid we needed three girls and three boys to be the modern-dayBradyBunch.
She’swrapping herself in a fluffy robe when her attention falls to my hands, and her eyes sparkle. “Ithought you were kidding about another present.Wesaid one gift this year.”
Ilove how she saysthis year.Knowingfull well this is one of many.
“Wedid agree to one gift.Thisis more of a thank-you.”
Quinngot me a monogrammed, amber-colored leather journal.Thecolor reminded me of the leaves we saw up on the trail, was what she said whenItore through the gift wrap.
“Athank-you for what?”Shesettles on the bed next to me, resting her temple on my shoulder as her finger skates down the spine of the small notebook.
Ipress my lips to the crown of her head. “WhenIshared those journal entries with you, it was a way for me to show you how much of an impact you have on my life.”Islide the notebook onto her lap. “I’vealways loved writing.Youonce said words hold a lot of power.Theones in here, while short, show the power you have and will always hold over my heart.”
Herwarm palm rests against my cheek. “Ilove your words.Spokenor written.Thankyou, for being you.Andfor this.”Sheholds up the one thingI’venever shared with anyone.Notfrom a place of diffidence, but becauseIwanted to keep this for myself.
NowthatIhave my person,Iwant to share this final piece with her.