THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,369

not all the way inside. I just sit down and relish the feeling of being consumed by him. By Cody Ridge. The first and only man I’ll ever love the way I’m supposed to. He leans over and places a tender kiss on my shoulder, just letting me be connected to him without moving. His dick throbs inside me, telling me what he truly wants.

I rise up and down again. He hisses in delight, a satiated smile transforming his face. “Yes. More of that,” he says. I give him more now that I’ve acclimated to his girth. I ride his glorious cock while admiring his muscles painted with tattoos and his fucking hot face, all the while bringing myself closer to an orgasm. Cody uses my hips now. He brings me up and down, using only his biceps at a pace that drives me wild. Too slow, yet not fast enough to send me over the edge. The steam from the shower causes the perfect amount of friction between our bodies. A little bit slippery, but not too wet.

“I’m going to come,” he says.

“Where do you want to come?” I ask, licking his neck.

“In your fucking mouth. I’m going to come in your mouth.” I ride his dick, rocking my hips several more strokes until Cody pulls me up and off him. I replace my pussy with my mouth. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes my head down over his cock until it’s down my throat. He comes in hot waves as he groans and growls, jutting his hips up with each hot burst of semen.

“You were always good at swallowing my dick,” he says, out of breath. “But never that good.”

I raise myself up, wipe my bottom lip with my thumb and pointer finger, and look him square in the eyes. “I need more. I was about to come,” I admit. He smiles, grabs me by the waist, turns me around so I’m facing away from him, and fucks me doggy style so hard that I’m sure the neighbors heard my orgasm. Cody comes again, deep inside me, saying my name like a prayer.

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“So much for old-fashioned,” I murmur. We’re wrapped up in his sheets in his large bed.

“Doggy style is so old-fashioned, Lane. I mean, animals do it like that. I bet the first humans that had sex fucked doggy style. There’s your old-fashioned.”

I stroke his muscles, tracing his tattoos, my head against his chest. “It’s hard to go slow with you. We paused for over three years. That was our slow period. Don’t you feel like we should be making up for lost time? Even though I’m the one who did most of the wasting of time. You’re right about doggy style, though. Very old-fashioned.” He laughs and with my ear pressed against his skin I feel the rumble of his laughter all the way to my toes.

His chest has stilled and his breathing has evened. Content is how I feel in this moment, at ease with my choices and full of forgiveness and willingness to grant second and third chances. Not just because no one else can rock my world like Cody, but because I know this feeling inside of me is only sparked by him. I lied to myself with Dax. Our love was real, but it was different. It was tame and safe. The work it took to come to this realization should have been my first tip off that something wasn’t quite right. Love with Cody isn’t work. It took me six long months to develop the right mindset to be okay with that. It’s okay to be stupidly in love with someone, to want to sacrifice everything else because of said love. Maybe it’s not like that for some people, but it’s like that for us and I’m okay with it. Volatile, passionate love that shakes us to our core only comes along once in a lifetime. During my time away, I soul-searched. Is this what I want? Will I ever truly be what he wants? Can he see past our rocky, and frankly, murderous decisions from days past? I’ll always be that woman, but now I’m more, I’m the woman free from my chains. No one will control me again nor use my love to destroy me. I’ll never wait with trepidation wondering when the other shoe will drop. I’ll never wait. Cody waited for me. More than just the six months, I realize. He’s waited for me