Chapter Nineteen

Willa. She’s going to be the death of me. If I don’t have that woman soon, I may truly die. Everything we’ve done has felt so beyond incredible. I can’t wait for more.

But it’s not just about the sex for me. I am really falling for her.

Oh hell, let’s not lie—I already fell.

I’m in love with Willa.

I’m going to keep it to myself for now. I just don’t want to scare her. She just got out of a big relationship. She may be in this one just for fun. Not to mention, things are pretty perfect the way they are.

Well, they will be once I fuck her.

Speaking of which, I think it may happen tonight. There’s no way we can keep holding out. To our credit, I feel like for two people who spend all of their time together, we’ve still managed to take things slowly.

So there’s that.

Willa and I have breakfast together, and then we spend some time down on the beach. The whole while, there’s a tension in the air. A good kind, one filled with anticipation.

Yeah, tonight is definitely going to be the night.

I know it.

After dinner, she and I hang out in the living room, where we sit on the sofa and try to watch some TV.

But that tension still hangs in the air.

“Do you want to go to bed early tonight?” Willa asks me after about twenty minutes of a show we’re not even really watching.

“Do you?” I counter, raising a brow.

“I am kind of tired,” she replies coyly.

Little vixen.

Chuckling, I turn off the TV. “Yeah, I am too. Let’s go to bed.”

We always sleep and mess around in my room—I don’t know why, but that’s where we go.

I guess that’s why we head there now.

Once we’re in my bedroom, I turn on a small lamp by the bed, and Willa starts to take off her clothes. Only this time, she’s not slipping into her sleep shorts and tee. That’s odd, because she keeps a set in one of my dresser drawers.

But no, she’s just stripping down to nothing right now.

“Er, uh, is that how you’re going to sleep?” I ask.

She takes off her lacy black bra and tosses it to me, and as I catch it, she says, “Shane, I think we both know tonight is not about sleep.”

I just smile and shake my head. “Yeah, I guess not,” I mutter.

Once she’s naked, she pulls back the covers and pauses. “Ready?” she asks.

“Fuck.” I start ditching my clothes so fast it’s not even funny. “You bet I am.”

Once I’m nude as well, we both get into the bed at the same time.

Our bodies meet, and it is all fucking over then. We’re kissing and touching and grabbing and just rolling around across the bed.

Those covers?

Yeah, they’re on the floor.

Then I’m kneeling on the bed, Willa lying beside me.

I’m finger-fucking her sweet pussy, and she’s rising up to meet me, gasping and panting, “Oh, fuck, yes.”

It’s wild, it’s hot, and I love it.

I feel her come around my fingers, and I lean down to kiss her. Our tongues intertwine until she pulls back and gives me a look—one that says “fuck me now.”

I roll onto her and settle between her legs.

Smoothing back her wild strawberry blonde hair from her forehead, I whisper, “Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yes.”

Slowly, because I want both of us to enjoy every second of this moment, I begin to push in.

“Jesus,” I breathe as I give her more and more. “You feel amazing.”

Arching beneath me, she throws back her head and groans, “God, not as good as you do, Shane.”

I decide we can debate this later, because my mind is in a sex fog. I just want to fuck and fuck.

So that’s what I do.

I fuck Willa slowly, then quickly.

Then I’m flipping her over and having her from behind.

She fucks me too.

At one point, she’s astride me, and I let her set the pace. She can have me any way she wants.

Turns out, she chooses slowly…for a few minutes. Then she fucking goes to town. Up and down, up and down, faster, faster, until we’re both gasping and coming.

She cries out, and I let out a groan.

“That was pure ecstasy,” I say as she flops down on my chest, my hands on her hips.

I’m still inside her, and she gives me a little squeeze.

Looking up, she asks, “It was the best ever. Can we do it again?”

Wrapping my arms around her, I assure her, “Oh, we sure can. That, babe, was just round fucking one.”

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