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quiver beneath his touch. He licks his lips and smirks, still completely in control. “Do you want me to stop?” he growls, sending lightning down my spine.

“No,” I gasp.

“Do you like feeling me inside of you?”

I moan as my thighs shake. “Yes.”

His nose touches my cheek. “You feel so amazing,” he says, tightening his grip on my face. “I love your hot, tight cunt.”

The word charges through me, so vulgar and filthy, but it drives me wild as it spills out of his mouth. My body spasms with uncontrollable lust. I roll my hips, meeting his slow thrust, fucking him as he fucks me. I hum. I nod. I close my eyes as my body swells.

Fireworks.

My pussy squeezes around him so tight it makes him moan with me. I cling to him as I lose control in his embrace, twitching and shaking, but he holds me steady like always. He watches me, kisses me. He caresses my body, tenderly bringing me under control so easily.

And I’ll do the same for him.

Drew grabs the sheet beneath us as his body flexes. He buries his face in my shoulder and thrusts one last time, keeping his cock deep inside of me. I feel him swell, spilling his cum into the safe reservoir of our condom. I stroke his hair as he breathes even harder. I kiss his forehead, tasting his sweet sweat on my lips.

Soon, his grip loosens. Drew pushes up onto his muscular arms, his body gently shaking above me. I touch him, drawing a line from his face to his chest, reaching around him to cup his tight ass. His cock flexes, still inside.

He smiles. “Hey,” he greets me with a whisper.

“Hi,” I say, catching my breath.

He kisses me; a single, loving peck. “Are you okay?” he asks me again, though I’m not at all tired of it. He’s my man, my lover. I’ll never tire of him taking care of me.

“That was amazing,” I say before furrowing my brow. “It was amazing, right?”

Drew laughs. “Yes,” he answers, eager to kiss me again. “It was everything I’ve been waiting for.”

Our lips tickle together. “Really?” I ask.

“Oh, Heidi,” he says, his body pressing against me. “You have no idea what you do to me...”

He kisses my neck, sucking lightly on my skin.

“Then...” I smirk. “Did you want to do it again?”

“Yes.”

Drew wraps his arms around me and I laugh even harder as he rolls us over.

Chapter 38

Drew

Morning comes far too quickly. The tinted windows of the master stateroom display a bright and active world outside across the water. Chicagoans are awake and going about their Sunday mornings, but it couldn’t be quieter in here.

It couldn’t be a more perfect morning.

I gaze at the girl lying in bed beside me. Heidi rests on her side with her back to me. I smile at the little orange butterfly wing, remembering how good it felt to hold her hand while she got it. She squeezed me hard at first, but it didn’t last long. After a few minutes, she was smiling and laughing with me. We made a memory.

I wrap my arm around her, spooning her softly against my body. She reacts to my touch and embraces my arm, drawn to me like a magnet.

“Heidi,” I whisper in her ear. “Wake up.”

She doesn’t reply, still lost on the edge of sleep. After last night, I don’t blame her at all for needing her rest.

But I’m a selfish man and I miss her smile.

“The sun is up.”

Heidi hums, not caring, but also not asleep anymore, either.

I push the hair back from her face. “We should probably go soon,” I tease.

“Do we have to?” she whines, clinging to my arm.

I chuckle as I gently roll her over to face me. I kiss her forehead. Her eyelid. Her cheek. Each peck a little bit of gentle chaos to wake her up and give me attention.

Heidi finally opens her eyes, those gorgeous golden eyes, and peeks around the stateroom. “Boat,” she says, happy and satisfied.

“Boat,” I repeat.

“I like boat.”

“I like girl.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I really like girl.”

She shifts her body closer to mine, accidentally rubbing up against my semi-hard cock with her hip as she moves. “I can tell,” she teases.

I hold her in my arms. I touch her soft, smooth skin. I covet and claim and everything in between.

I love her. I love my little golden-eyed girl.

Heidi kisses me. She touches me. She moves a hand down my body, beneath the sheet…

I’m