over, and ran a hand down my stomach to play with my clit.
I gazed into his eyes as he massaged me and rolled my hips.
Peter moved back on his knees and pushed my legs apart so he could fit between my thighs. He slid his cock back inside me and dropped his hips low. I gripped my legs under my knees and pushed them back and he pushed in deeper.
I whimpered and moaned as he pressed his thumb down on my clit.
It felt so good and the pleasure was such a relief from the pain from moments earlier.
“Harder,” I whispered.
Peter bucked against me. He bowed over me and gripped my hair so he could hold my head down firmly against the mattress. My scalp burned with the strain but I loved it. He leaned in closer still so he could kiss me, and his tongue explored my mouth with desperate need as he fucked me hard and slow.
My pussy tightened around his dick. He groaned in my ear. His breath was hot on the side of my neck and I gave in to the mounting pressure below my belly. I relaxed and let go. He knew my climax was coming and he fucked me faster until I came all over him. I could hear how wet I was as he buried himself inside me until I came one last time. He finished at the same time and we broke apart panting for breath.
I was still seeing stars when he lay down on his side beside me.
He reached over and stroked my hair and I snuggled up against him. Neither of us said a word. There was nothing to say. The release had taken away some of the hurt but I knew it would settle back upon him in a few minutes.
Any reprieve was worth it.
I loved this man more than anything and his pain was my pain. However I could lighten his load, I would. If he let me fuck him all day and night, I would. If he needed solitude, I would grant him that too, but I prayed like hell that wasn’t the case because to appease my own grief I needed to be able to hold him and see him with my own eyes. I needed to be here. I needed him to know he had me, if nothing else, and that he always would.
Chapter 35
Peter
“You clean up well,” I muttered out of the corner of my mouth to my little brother, who stood stoically beside me in a navy-blue suit and shiny black shoes.
Mike slid his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “I figured if there was ever a time to get a haircut and clean myself up, it was now. Dad would have told me I look like a dumbass.”
Katie, who stood on my other side, leaned forward. “A handsome well put together dumbass.”
Mike smiled at her and nodded his thanks. “I need your positivity in my life.”
Katie had been my rock for the past week as I navigated the messy road of finalizing plans for a funeral. Much to mine and Mike’s surprise, our father had already arranged his entire funeral prior to his death. For a man who was never all that organized in life, he’d done a pretty good job planning an event he couldn’t attend, and the funeral director had basically just sat me and my brother down and gone through the details with us.
Details like the coffin my father had chosen and the plot beside his sister who died when she was twenty-four. Details like the mini sandwiches and cakes he wanted for after the service, the decor he wanted, and even a playlist.
Lastly, he’d asked for me to give the eulogy.
At first, I’d declined, but after talking it over with Katie, she made me realize how much of an honor it was to be the one to stand up there in front of everyone who loved me and my father and be the one to set the tone for his departure from this life.
When I’d asked her what she meant, she said simply that it was in my hands to give closure to the people who would miss my father now that he was gone. She told me it was a burden and a gift, and it was my choice to refuse but that she would help me write it and even read it out loud the day of if I needed.