Page 81 of When the Snowman Whispered
“Why?”
“What if this isn’t real either?”
“It is.”
She opened her eyes. “Last night felt real. A couple minutes when he came to me, it felt real. Is this real?”
“You and I have always been real. The realest thing on this earth.”
She let go of her breasts and wrapped her arms around me. “How can you say that, after. . .everything I’ve done?”
“Because I never stopped loving you.”
“Me either. It’s just taken all of this insane stuff to finally look back at the past and agree.” More tears fell from her eyes. “I’m sorry, Daniel. I’m so sorry. I was a selfish bitch that couldn’t see how amazing you were.”
“People do dumb things at eighteen.” I landed soft kisses at the corner of her mouth, then her chin, and shifted to sucking on her neck. “Just don’t break my heart again, Faith.”
“I won’t. I promise.” She pushed me away and gazed at me. “Baby, I really am sorry.”
“I know you are. When you would come back to visit, it took you years to look at me. More years to whisper hello.”
“I felt so guilty. It filled me. I drowned in it.”
“You also stayed with Brett too long because of it.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “If Brett and I worked out, then it would have all made sense. I wouldn’t have been such a bad person because we were meant to be together.”
“But you weren’t. It was alwaysus.” I captured her mouth before she could say anything else. As far as I was concerned, we’d wasted enough time and words.
I pressed against her, entered that slippery flesh, and damn near cried with joy.
Instead, I groaned and thrust into her, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I lifted her up.
She weighed nothing. It was so easy to bounce that curvy body on my dick. Her breasts jiggled. That sexy gaze stayed on me as she met my rhythm, moving those hips forward and drawing them back.
Spasms of ecstasy flowed through both of us.
The more I slipped inside of Faith, the more she shuddered against me. Moans uncurling out of her opened mouth. Lusty expressions contorted her face. Just looking at her enjoyment made me ready to bust inside of her.
There was no nice way to explain it. My dick was ready to explode. The pressure mounted at the tip. There would be no turning back or subtle release.
Her internal muscles contracted around my dick. I swayed back a little, but still managed to keep us pushing on.
Our warm bodies slipped and slid against each other.
The moment her body jolted against mine and she screamed my name over and over, I couldn’t keep back my release anymore. Grumbling and burying my face between her breasts, I pounded into her, my moans muffled by her warm flesh.
We collapsed onto each other.
Both warm, damp, and breathing fast.
“Thank you, baby.” She covered my chest in butterfly kisses. “Thank you. We have to do this again after we burn the bags.”
“The bags?”
“Yes, we should burn them. That’s why he came back.” She landed kisses on my stomach. “Everything is going to be okay.”
Pleasure spasmed through me.
