Justin pulls me close and cups my face. “We need to talk to each other, Angel. I’m still learning about the things I enjoy outside of my work and you. And I know I can get consumed and insecure easily, I will work on it. But I love you. I love you so much that just the thought of being without you, hurts.”
“I love you too.” I nod. “Justin, you’re the most important person in my life. I want you there for every step. I’ll always be independent. But you’re the person I want to call. Whether it’s to hold my hand at my OBGYN appointment or because I need to vent about my boss. That’s going to be you.”
He lowers his mouth to mine. There’s nothing tentative about the kiss. He knows what he wants and he’s taking it. My hands move under his shirt enjoying the planes of his muscles. He pulls away from me. “Strip.”
I do as he says. He turns the water on and then does the same. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I say to him.
The corners of his lips quirk up. “So are you. I just need to get a condom; I’ll be right back.”
“You don’t need to do that.” I mean really, right now I’m questioning the efficacy. “I’m safe and I’m already pregnant.”
“Are you sure, Angel? I’m safe too. I’ve never gone without a condom.”
“Me too. And yes, I’m sure.”
Justin
I lead Angela under the hot water. She pulls her hair out of her ponytail and lets the water run through her hair. My hands skim up her silky skin along her ribs. Lowering my lips to her neck, I nip at that sensitive spot just above her shoulder. Her body bucks as I move lower, taking a taut nipple in my mouth. I tug it lightly and she gasps at the pinch. Her hands grab onto my shoulders as my hands travel south.
I push one finger inside her. She struggles to hold her balance and I maneuver her so she can rest against the wall. Slowly I pump inside her, caressing her clit with my thumb. She’s already soaking and so ready for me. I push in a second finger and move them to hit that sweet spot inside her.
“Justin.” Her body is writhing, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“I’ve got you, Angel.” I put one hand on her hip to keep her steady. “You can let go.”
My words must do something. Within moments, she’s clenching around my fingers. My name on her lips as she comes is such a fucking turn on. I continue moving my fingers inside her until her spasms subside. “You okay to stand?”
“Barely.” Her voice is husky. I love it when she’s like this, disorientated by sex.
I turn her around and brace her hands against the wall, moving her feet apart to give her more balance and arching her back a little.
Slowly, I start entering her from behind. Shit. “Fuck, Angel. You feel so fucking good.” Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared me for what it would be like to enter her bare. Sex with Angela is always mind-blowing, but this is more like a mind-fuck. My knees nearly buckle, and I need to lean one hand on the wall. Once I’m fully inside her I pause. I’m afraid if I move too soon, I’ll explode before I even start.
“Babe, you need to move.”
Well, what do you know. Her giving me a nickname is one hell of a turn on. Slowly, I pull out to just the tip and slam back. We both groan at the sensation. I repeat the motion, savoring the feeling of being inside her.
I find my rhythm and pick up the pace. I want this to last forever. I’ll never tire of being with this woman. She’s everything for me.
My pace speeds up and becomes erratic but I want her to come with me. I snake my free hand in front of her and move my thumb over her clit. I pump fast as she clenches around me. She takes one hand off the wall and grabs on to my thigh. The sting of her nails is all I need “Come Angel. Come with me.”
She cries out my name. The world goes blank as ecstasy takes over my entire being. I can hear her, but barely over my own grunts. I stiffen just as I go over the edge with her.
I don’t know how long before either of us move. I turn her around and pull her into an embrace. Fuck, I love this woman.
As soon as we’re done showering, we both get dressed. Me into the jeans and T-shirt I packed and her into the flirty dress Andi bought for her.
“Your cousin’s a riot.” She digs through the backpack even though all the contents are on the bed. “She didn’t buy me any underwear."
“I’m not complaining,” I say as I wink at her. “It’s not like you’re going to need it.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Fine. But now can I have brownies?”
“Let’s go and feed you.” I take her hand and lead her back into the cabin’s main room. I pull out two plates and place a brownie on each one. We sit on the couch furthest away from the blanket construction I put up earlier in the day.
She takes a bite of her brownie and makes the sexiest noises. She’s so good for my ego. “These are so good.”
“Thanks,” I say.
“What do you mean thanks?” She frowns at me. “My dad made them. You only bought them.”
I smile at her. “I made them. With a hell of a lot of help from your dad. But I made them.”
“You made these?” Her eyes are so wide, she looks like a comic character. “Why?”
“Well, I figured it’s probably a good idea to learn how to make your favorite dessert if I intend on staying in your good books for the rest of my life.”
“My dad
