Page 556 of Devil’s Disciples

“Hurry.”

“Both shows are gonna start at the same time,” he said. “Let me do what I do best.”

He had many talents, but loving me was his greatest, by far.

With my hands gripping the handrail firmly, I braced myself for whatever he chose to grace me with.

The gyrating stopped.

He pressed his face against my inner thighs. Knowing what was next, I spread my feet shoulder width apart.

His tongue darted in and out of my wet folds, teasing me until I was a wreck. A simultaneous finger-fucking and clit licking followed, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Just shy of obtaining his goal, he paused.

He knew me all too well.

His touch, entirely, disappeared. No hands. No tongue. No cock. I stood on shaking legs, waiting for what was next.

Slight pressure against my mound caused me to flinch. I clenched my jaw tight and gripped the handrail.

His swollen girth penetrated me slowly, taking my breath away with each inch that filled my wetness. When he’d given me all he had to give, he hesitated, leaned over me, and kissed my neck.

I closed my eyes and mentally embraced him. Our bodies melded into one.

Our hearts and minds were undoubtedly connected, but when he worked his length in and out of my confines, he reminded me of the magic we created when we linked by our flesh.

His hands swept up and down my sides, gripping my waist, squeezing my ass, and kneading my swollen breasts, never stopping for long enough to give me an opportunity to focus on the pleasure they created.

Instead, it seemed to come from everywhere.

I opened my eyes and gazed at the starry sky. Each erotic thrust cast my hips against the bannister, taking my breath from my lungs in the process. I got lost in the predictable rhythm, working my body in unison with his, hoping I could somehow provide him with the same pleasure he offered me.

The tension within me mounted, stripping me of common sense and the ability to remain silent.

The sound of my own moaning became as much of a turn-on as the sex itself. Driven by the sensual sound that was escaping my lungs, I subconsciously continued, with each groan growing louder than the last.

“We can hear that shit over here!”

I arched my back. “Shut up, Goose!”

After much negotiating, we’d purchased the home next door to Goose and Ally. I now spent my evenings being hypnotized by the waves as they crashed ashore no differently than I did when I was a child.

“Seriously,” Goose shouted. “You two need to fuck inside. We’re trying to enjoy the meteor shower.”

“This show’s almost over,” I teased.

Reno laughed, increased his pace, and began fucking me like he was working against a clock. After finding our rhythm, we quickly reached the brink of climax again.

He slowed his pace, holding me at the edge for a moment, before finishing inside of me.

As he moaned his pleasure into the night’s starry sky, I, too reached an earth-shattering climax. When my legs stopped shaking and my mind returned to earth, I turned to face him.

He pulled my body against his and kissed me deeply, reminding once again of the love we so naturally shared.

When our lips parted I leaned away and gazed into his eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

He was truly the man of my dreams, my first love, and my only love. With him, I felt my life’s journey was truly complete.

“There went one,” he said, pointing off into the distance behind me.

I turned and gazed into the star-filled sky.

A falling star cascaded from left to right.

I closed my eyes and realized a wish wasn’t necessary.

I had everything I needed.