There are five painful seconds where I know she can’t breathe, and I watch in agony as she struggles to catch her breath, her mouth open, but her chest still. I press forward as far as I can go and grind against her, stimulating her clit with my length buried fully within. Can you take more of me?” I want to pound home hard and fast, but I won’t move until she tells me it’s okay. But true to my order, her eyes drift between mine and to where our bodies are joined. She wiggles against the bed and claws at the sheets. I feed her my cock, one inch at a time, working myself slowly inside her so she can adjust. I can already tell that my memories of her fitting around me like a hot glove were not overblown. She grunts as I inch forward and meet resistance. She opens her eyes and they are dark with her desire. With her laying on her back, I kneel before her and angle myself to her center. There will be no going back after this, and as much as I hate that I’m rushing it, we’ve spent years building to this exact moment. Running my fingers through the long strands of her hair, I watch her eyes, trying to make certain she’s sure. I can only assume that she means she’s on birth control and trusts that I’m disease-free, which I am, but her complete faith in me is astounding.
I’m rock hard and ready when all my wicked plans grind to an excruciating halt. Unable to speak, she nods as a low moan escapes her lips. “Is this something you’re ready to deal with?” “That’s what you’re doing to me, Mia,” I growl near her ear. When I press into her, stimulating her core, a gasp escapes. I chuckle darkly, and stroke her body, running my hands along her smooth skin, lifting her ass to cup in my hands. She blinks at me, seemingly surprised that I’ve been counting her orgasms. I don’t stop until she’s crying out my name and desperately clinging to my shoulders as she comes apart.Īs the spasms slow, and I pull away, her warm eyes refuse to break from mine as I crawl up her body, kissing her neck, her face, her eyelids, and any part of her I can find. The only thing that matters is her pleasure, and I throw myself into it fully, sucking and running my tongue over her hot flesh in a pace that quickens as my need to be inside her intensifies.
She runs her fingers through my hair, pressing into me. She opens for me, her legs spread wide, and I lick her from the top to the bottom until my tongue finds her swollen clit. “After that night in Paris, I need to taste you.” I kiss along her inner thighs, moving from one to the next. “Open for me,” I tell her, moving one of her legs so it’s draped over my shoulder.
And I know I wouldn’t trade this moment with her for anything in the world.
I know she’s ticklish on her stomach and under her arms, and I know she’s honest and kind and has the biggest damn heart of anyone I’ve ever met.
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