Never Far Away (The Never #2)(45)

“You are one beautiful woman, Ella,” he said as his hands traveled along her body. He was feeling all of her, everything his hands could reach. One hand slid down the side of her hip while the other smoothed up her stomach, seeking out her breast. “I love the way you feel under my hands. I’m not sure I’m complete unless I’m touching some part of you,” his breath was hot on her skin and his words were felt in the very core of her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head as his mouth found her neck. He ran his tongue along the soft flesh and a slight moan escaped her. His hand found her ass and hauled her even closer to him.

“Please, Porter,” she begged him. She wasn’t clear on what she wanted; all she knew was that he had it. “I need more,” she breathed. She reached down and pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor, feeling him hard between them, making her heart rate skyrocket. He was gloriously hard and she wanted to feel him inside of her.

“This is going to be quick, Ella. You’ve gotten me all worked up in your virginal-white lingerie and I’m not going to go slow or last long. I’m almost a goner just standing here with your sexy body up against mine,” he said in between trailing kisses up and down her neck, over her collar bone, along her breasts.

“Oh God, Porter, please,” again she begged him for anything he was willing to give her. Suddenly he picked her up and carried her to a table along the far wall of the shop, hidden behind the boat. In the back of her mind she was grateful for the boat blocking the view of anyone who happened upon them, but it was nothing more than a passing thought because at that moment, she was unaware of her surroundings. She focused solely on Porter and how he made her feel, the way he made her body feel when he touched it. It was the singularly most erotic and consuming feeling – to have his hands on her body. Nothing compared and nothing would ever come close.

“Don’t worry, Baby,” he whispered against her lips, “I’ve got you.” He pulled her hips to the very edge of the table and spread her legs to wrap around his hips. His lips pressed fully on to hers and he sank into her in the most deliciously slow way. Inch by inch she felt him fill her, felt every vein, every ridge. When he was fully seated in her, he tugged on her hips just to get in as deep as possible. She groaned into his mouth; the sensation of being full to the brim made her breathe faster and crave even more. He held her hips still, pulling her as close to him as possible. She tried to rock her hips against him and he stilled her with his hands. “Just let me feel you for a minute, Ella. I’ve missed you.”

She pulled away to look in his eyes, trying to read what was going on in his head. Placing her hands on both sides of his face, she laid a soft kiss on his mouth, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him into her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she placed tiny kissed along his shoulder.

“Baby, nothing’s wrong. I just miss you when you’re not around,” he pulled out of her until just the tip of his cock was left inside and then, once again, slowly pushed back in.

“This is torture. Porter, please. I thought this was going to be fast,” she rasped.

“I think it feels pretty damn good. There’s something to be said for slow,” he said as she maneuvered in and out again. She whimpered quietly into his shoulder. As slow as he was going, she was surprised to find herself climbing to an orgasm.

He sped up fractionally and started leaving small, wet kisses over every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. Between kisses he was slowly pumping in and out, pulling her closer and saying the most wonderful words to her.

“One day I’m going to take you sailing on this boat.” Kiss. “We’ll make love all afternoon on the deck, under the sun.” Kiss.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“One day, you’re going to be so round with my baby.” Kiss. “I’ll spend hours touching your belly and loving you.” Kiss. “You’re going to wear my rings, Ella. You’ll be my wife and the mother of my children.” Kiss.

She felt herself even closer to the edge and now tears were forming in her eyes. She knew that he loved her and saw a future with her, but to hear him plainly say he wanted to marry her and have children was comforting on another level. She’d never felt so secure or sure of her future than she did in that very moment, wrapped in his arms, connected to him on the most basic and human level. She belonged to him and he to her. They were meant to spend the rest of their lives together and she would tackle any obstacle along their journey to make sure he was by her side every moment.

“Oh Porter, I want all of that. I want your rings, and our babies, and our life. I want all of you, forever.” She pulled his face to hers and kissed him fiercely.

“You’re mine,” he claimed her as he pushed into her again faster and with more force.

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” she answered, taking every thrust he gave her, relishing in the feeling of his body sliding against hers. She teetered on the edge.

“I love you, Ella,” he said looking straight into her eyes, noses touching. He pushed her right over the cliff she’d been dangling from and into an abyss of shocking pleasure that coursed through her veins, hitting every nerve and firing every circuit in her body.

“I love you so much,” she answered, her voice shaky from her body’s response to him. He continued to thrust into her as she rode out her orgasm, speeding up, and finally finding his own release. As he spilled into her, she splayed kissed all along his shoulders and neck, unable to keep her mouth from connecting with his body. He eventually captured her mouth with his and kissed her down from her euphoric high. He brushed his hands gently down her back, calming her. She sighed into him and he wrapped his arms around her back.