In the perfect position already, his hard cock twitched against me, and the fleeting friction made me needy for more. Drawn into that feeling, I carefully rocked my hips above him, letting it slide through my soaking heat.
Yaro muffled his groan into my skin as he continued to give my chest some much-needed attention. When he popped his mouth off, he pulled me impossibly close and captured my mouth with his again.
We both moaned into the heated exchange, so unbelievably worked up already.
His palms rested against my hips as he helped me grind against him, building up more of that arousal that made us both go wild.
I was the first to cave, unable to handle how badly I wanted him. Watching him on the beach all day and how incredible he looked at dinner made me unbelievably desperate for him.
He never failed to be the most attractive man I had ever met, and it left me feeling luckier every time I thought about it.
I stilled my hips and lined us up, already gasping at how he opened me up. Completely supported by his hands on me, I lowered myself onto him, and it felt like coming home.
We both tensed at the initial insertion, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to stabilize myself.
Little by little, he filled me, and it didn’t take long for me to take all of him. Taking a moment to savor how mind-blowing it felt to even have him inside me, I hummed my appeasement.
“You feel amazing, sweetheart,” Yaro whispered against my lips, strained from how I surrounded him. His next words made me shiver. “Ride me.”
Encouraged by it, I lifted my hips and moved up and down his shaft. From my position, he hit every place at once, and I was already questioning how long I’d be able to hold it in.
Sucking in a deep breath, I urged myself to continue despite how raw and intense that pleasure was.
As I maintained a consistent pace, using his strong shoulders as leverage, Yaro dropped his head back against the couch. A hoarse groan left him as he let me take charge, hands merely on my hips for support.
His brows pinched together as he took in that mutual bliss, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. His fingers dug into my skin, letting me know just how much he was enjoying it.
When his groans turned into breathless moans, my legs were weakening from how intense it was to take all of him in such an intimate way. He seemed to catch on to it as he held my hips and guided me back and forth.
Being on top made me feel so much more at once, and it was enough to make my head spin.
That greediness applied to both of us as Yaro moved his hips slightly, bucking up into me in time with my grinding against him. We gripped one another tightly, mixing our moans and the delicious slap of our skin.
My fingers held the nape of his neck as I concentrated on moving faster, eager to hit that precipice. I brushed my lips against his, but that blinding pleasure wouldn’t let me commit to it—not when I was too busy moaning for him.
Yaro grew louder as he stilled my movements altogether, allowing me to fall into him as he took over. His hips hammered into me, filling me again and again at that perfect position.
He kissed my cervix, making me whine at the intensity of it all.
I clenched around him as that coil burst and grabbed the back of the couch for support. Crying out with my intense release, I tensed and felt as every tiny spark of pleasure mounted inside me turned into a wave of sheer bliss.
Yaro chased that same high, panting into my skin as he thrust a few more times before spilling inside me. He bucked his hips lazily a few more times to prolong that state for us both.
We panted and tried to catch our breath, skin hot as we remained there in place, holding each other.
As he slid out of me, I felt that absence and mourned it despite knowing there would be more to come. I clenched around nothing then as my body slowly began to relax again, completely unraveling after such an intense orgasm.
Yaro absently trailed his fingers up and down my back, allowing me to curl into him. He placed a gentle kiss against my forehead while I rested there.
“You are everything I never knew I needed,” he whispered, touch gentle and mesmerizing.
Exhaustion cloaked me, but it didn’t stop me from giving him a lazy smile as I traced small shapes against his chest.
“It’s you and me,” I hummed, full of love and admiration for him.
“And our little one,” he added, sounding so proud about his ability to say it.
Mustering the energy to brush my lips against his, I murmured after, “Always.”
His warm, encouraging smile made my heart feel fuller than ever, and I couldn’t help but feel hopeful about our future together.
I couldn’t ask for anything more.
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THE END
