My Future Husband

Chapter 59

“Kage! Fuck... Kagttgyhje!” Oh my fucking God!

The moon is gone, any chance of seeing the stars above completely vanished under the mind spinning orgasm that overwhelms every other one of my senses.

I’m not sure what it feels like to arrive in heaven, but I’m guessing this is pretty damn close.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! How am I still cumming?!

“Kage!” I’m going to die. This is what’s going to kill me. I think my heart’s about to explode!

It’s so much, it's so intense.

I don’t even feel my body being pulled back into the water until I’m in his arms. Emotions unlike anything I’ve felt for two years overtake me as I wrap my entire body around his, holding him tighter than I ever have.

“Shorty?” No, don't look at me like this. “Hey, Shorty?” He whispers gently, taking my chin and guiding my face out of the crook of his neck. “You're crying...”

I know. I just didn’t think this would ever happen to me. I didn’t think you would ever happen to me.

You were gone, you were dead, and now you’re here, saying these things... making me feel... and I just want to hand my heart over to you all over again!

He wipes away my tears, holding my face and trying to pull me back so he can look at me properly, but I just hold on tighter.

“Shorty.”

“Don't stop. Please don’t stop.” This isn't the first time he’s heard those words from me with tears in my eyes. The memory washes over us both. I drag my nails through his hair, feeling his scar beneath my fingertips. “You promised you wouldn't stop... It’s me and you... The first night of forever.”

Me and you. Fuck, everything else I’ve ever said. It’s just me and you.

“The first night of forever.” My back hits one of the thick wooden trunks buried into the ocean keeping the dock afloat. His body pressed against mine, his lips smothering my neck, his hands activating my skin as I angle my hips so his tip is pressed against me.

Me and you. Make us one.

He was holding it together so much better than me, but the feeling of me right there, desperate to be taken by him again, it's too much. His lips steal mine with ferocity, his nails clawing into the wood as he tries to control himself, but I don’t want him to.

I force his face back, holding it with both hands. He knows I want it, he knows I need it, but looking into my eyes there's no way he can deny that this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.

“I see you.” I whisper against his lips, lowering myself so he slowly starts to press into me.

“Shorty...” His eyes roll back as I take in more. “I will always see you.”

Then he thrusts in deep.

“Oh fuck!” He thrusts in very fucking deep!

I’ve only done this once before, I think I can be forgiven for needing a second to be able to remember how to breathe again, especially with someone his... Let's just say there's a reason they put you on a bike with training wheels before just throwing you into a rocket ship. Most people need time to grow into the giant machines!

“Oh fuck... You are fucking perfect...” He doesn’t move, I can see he’s desperate to, but he can feel my nails digging into his back as I try to remind my lungs how to function, so he just holds me.

Okay, I’m definitely giving him a few scars, but quite frankly, he'll love every damn one.

“Y-You can move.”