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“Oh my god,” I moan loudly.
“You okay with this?” he asks from behind me.
“I’m more than okay with this. Please, I need all of you.Please.”
Without another word he pushes his hips forward and at this angle, I’m seeing stars already. My fingers grip into the tiled wall and I spread my legs further, inviting him to fuck me deeper. He keeps steady hands on my hips as he pushes himself in and out making sure we don’t slip because of the water. He grunts and his fingers dig deeper into the fleshy parts of my hips and I can tell he’s reaching his peak. When he bends over and reaches a hand around to play with my clit, I can’t help but shout out in pleasure.
“That’s it. Let me hear you finish for me.”
My legs start to shake as the orgasm builds. Between his words, his fingers, and taking him from behind, I’m worried they’re about to give out completely. He only grips me harder, keeping me standing until he knows I’ve gotten what I need out of him. With a few more swipes of his fingers, I’m crying out and begging for him to stop. I love the sound of him moaning and shaking behind me, reaching his end and finishing inside of me. Slowly, he pulls out of me and pulls me up from where I had been bent over for him. He places a hand on my throat and pulls me into a kiss.
“I will never get tired of making you finish,” he pants, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip.
“I will never get tired of you making me finish,” I retortwith a smirk.
He kisses me hard again when he pulls away, he presses his forehead into mine.
“I love you, doc. And I’m yours, as long as you’ll have me.”
“That might just be forever, fireman.”
“I hope it is.”
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My truck sways side to side as I pull off the main road and down the old, cracked driveway. Hanna’s hand grips the flowers in her lap a little tighter before they go tumbling to the floor.
“I really need to get out here and repair that,” I comment. She softly laughs from the passenger seat.
Pulling up the drive we see that several cars are already here, including Coop’s cruiser and two cars I’ve never seen parked here before.
“Oh good, they found it okay,” Hanna says joyfully, smiling wide as she looks out the front windshield.
When I park, she waits for me to come and open her door for her and steps out, giving me her hand so I can help her down.
It’s the fourth Sunday in March and we’re back at my childhood home for family brunch. Today’s special though because it’s Carter’s return home from rehab. After having surgery to repair some of the damage from his burns, they moved him to a rehab facility to help him get back on his feet and start moving again. Two weeks later, he’s finallyable to come home. He’ll have to continue with out-patient physical therapy and has a long way to go, but it’s a start and he’s motivated to get back to a new normal.
“Got everything?” I ask her. She uses her hands to brush the bottom of her skirt down and looks up at me with a smile. With the bouquet of flowers in her hand, she looks too pretty to not take a picture of.
“Wait, stay like that,” I say and take a step away, holding my phone up.
“People are inside waiting on us,” she protests, still smiling at me. When I lift my phone up, she tips her head to one side and poses for me. I snap the picture and take a few steps closer, looping an arm around the small of her back and pulling her in.
“They can wait. I had to take a picture of my girl so I can look at it when you aren’t around.”
“Which is rare, seeing as how we practically live together now,” she replies.
“Are you asking to move in with me?” I ask with a sideways smirk. I’ve presented the idea a few times and while she hasn’t fully agreed, she also hasn’t said no, either.
“I’m coming around to the idea.” She shrugs with a smirk.
“I’m ready whenever you are, doc. Any minute away from you is a minute wasted if you ask me. And nothing makes me happier than knowing you’ll be there at the end of the day when I come home from the firehouse.”
“We’ll talk,” she says, nodding. Leaning in, I press my lips to hers and kiss her hard. The taste of her on my lips scrambles my brain a little and I almost take things a step too far until a voice barks at us.
“Hey, enough of that, you two. Our families are inside—you don’t want them to see you making out, do you?”
