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Until now.
Our bodies meld together, matching each other’s movements.
Amelia leans her forehead against mine, breathing me in as I am her.
“I love you so much it hurts,” I whisper in between soft, slow kisses.
“I can’t wait to build a life with you,” she says, sitting up and changing the angle of her hips. Her mouth drops open, and her head falls back when she hits the perfect spot. Increasing her speed just enough to create the perfect friction to drive us both over the edge without sloshing water out of the tub too much.
Not that it matters. She can make as big of a mess as she wants if it means I get to see her like this. Eyes dark with passion, skin flushed from the heat of the water and her previous orgasm.
“Fuck, Judd. You feel so good.”
Her pussy flutters around my hard cock and I know she’s getting close.
“I’m right there with you, baby,” I tell her, then suck one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it.
“Yes,” she hisses, grabbing her other nipple and rolling it between her fingers, riding me closer to our release.
I release her nipple and move to the other one, repeating the motion.
“I’m so close, Judd,” she whimpers, bringing her hands to my shoulders to steady herself as her movements become erratic.
Grabbing onto her hips, I pin her to me and grind her pussy back and forth.
Her walls flutter, gripping onto my cock like a vice.
“That’s it, Shortcake. You’re almost there, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
Amelia bites down on her lip and nods, a whimper escaping her throat.
“Just let go, Amelia. I’m right there with you.” Moving a hand to her clit, I circle the sensitive nerves until she detonates. Spiraling out of control in my arms.
“Fuck, fuck. Yes, Judd,” she screams, biting down on my shoulder to muffle her sounds.
I pump into her two more times before my own orgasm follows. Her pussy still flutters around me, milking the last of my orgasm out of me.
Amelia collapses against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her back, resting my chin on her head. After a few minutes, she finds the strength to sit up and cups my cheeks, running her thumbs over my scruff while her eyes trace over my face.
“What’s on your mind, Shortcake?”
Flicking her eyes to mine, she gives me a soft smile. “I was just thinking we need to get a tub like this for the master bath when we build our house.”
Our house.
Two of the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth.
“Anything you want, baby. Anything you want.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
amelia
The last threeweeks have been like a dream. One I never want to wake up from. The gentleman who owns the property next to Kessler contacted Judd the Saturday after Thanksgiving asking if we wanted to come look and see if it’s really what we want.
We went out the next day and walked around the part of the property that was accessible. It’s overgrown with blackberry bushes, grass that reaches my hips, and trees that badly need to be trimmed or cut down all together.
It’s perfect.
