I pulled his head back up, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “I love you, too. I never stopped, not once, even when I thought I hated you.” I lifted my head up, bringing my lips to his, trying to pour all of the love that I felt into that one kiss, but it still didn’t feel like enough.
We started undressing each other slowly, our clothes landing in a pile underneath all of the blankets that were cocooning us in our own special spot. This time wasn’t a frenzy, wasn’t rough and quick. The pace was slow and sweet, just what we both needed. Our lips finally broke apart; our bodies naked against each other’s, and Justin reached down to stroke my hair away from my face. “I never stopped either, princess.” He gently slid in and I gasped at the way he filled me, sitting up slowly with my legs wrapped around him until he was buried deep inside of me, in more ways than one. “I couldn’t stop.” He started to quicken his pace, and I worked my hips faster to keep up with him. His hands were all over my body as we moved together, and I dug my nails into his back, hanging on for the ride. “I can’t stop. Ever. I won’t.”
He lifted my hips, practically pulling completely out, before thrusting back into me, and I screamed out his name at the overwhelming feelings running rampant between us, physically and emotionally. I buried my head against his neck, whimpering against his damp skin. I was so close to the edge, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.
Something about this time felt like a turning point in our relationship. Maybe it was because we finally said the ‘I love yous’ out loud, or maybe it was something else. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but this time was different from all the rest. Sure, I wasn’t going to lie and say I didn’t love the rough, dominant Justin, who told me what he wanted and when. I loved that Justin. But this one was different, so sweet, and gentle, a completely different side that I loved just as much.
“You feel so damn good.” He tugged on my hair, tilting my head back until we were staring into each other’s eyes and put a hand in between our bodies, his skilled fingers working their magic while I clung to the solid muscles in his arms. He moved faster and deeper and I tried to keep up with him. He was in a frenzied state so it was almost impossible, but I tried my best.
And then I was pushed completely over the edge.
Every single part of me went limp. My body shuddered and trembled with an orgasm so powerful I lost all sense of my surroundings. Justin wasn’t far behind me. He thrust once more, holding himself there, before he groaned loudly, pressing his face into the side of my neck and murmuring incoherent words against my skin.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but eventually we both collapsed against the pillows, the dangling lights flickering above us as we fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s warmth. The perfect ending to a perfect night.
“HI, SWEETIE!” GRAMS grabbed both of my cheeks in between her hands and squeezed. “I’m so glad you’re here. And look at whom you brought with you! Hi, girls.” Zoey and Callie both got the same treatment from Grams, but Mia hung back from the group, probably remembering her last time here. She wasn’t exactly nice.
“And we brought Mia, too.”
Mia gave an awkward wave to everyone and Grams’s nose turned up slightly before she said a polite, “Hello.” I explained to Grams that Mia had come around, and we were actually getting along for the most part, but Grams wasn’t forgiving her so easily. I guess I grew up a lot in the past year, because the old Della wouldn’t have either, but with Grams it was different. She would give the smack down to anyone who hurt me, no questions asked.
“No Justin?” Grams peered over my shoulder, her hands pressed together hopefully. I rolled my eyes, telling her once again that he wasn’t coming. “He had to work, remember?”
“Oh, I know. I was just hoping he would be able to make it.”
I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “That’s from Justin. He said he’ll make it up to you.” I swear she started swooning on the spot; her cheeks flushed bright red, and she began fanning herself, acting all hot and flustered like a schoolgirl over my boyfriend.
“That boy has too much charm for his own good. Well, I guess I’ll have to wait to see him then.” She frowned deeply in disappointment.
My grandpa rolled his eyes, wrapping me in a hug, before passing me along to my dad. “Glad you could make it, sweetie. I tried my hardest to be home for Thanksgiving, but couldn’t get it to work.”