Fuck, it feels amazing being inside her like this.
Thrusting my hips, I bury myself, her warm, wet center pulling me in.
“You feel good, baby.” My voice is a rough, husky mess. “You feel so fucking good.” And before I can stop myself, the words pop out. “I love you.”
She goes still, whipping her head back to look at me.
And I freeze inside her.
This is so not the moment to confess my love for the first time. Shit! What the hell was I thinking?
Her eyes round, her lips parting, and I don’t know what to do.
Does she want me out?
Or do I keep going?
“I…” I lick my lips, holding her hips.
“Do you mean it?” she whispers.
“Of course I do.” I swallow, then wince. “I’m sorry I’m being so fucking unromantic about this. It just…” I lick my lipsagainand look her right in the eye. “I mean it.”
Her lips curl at the edges, her eyes taking on a teasing glint. “So, what’s so unromantic, then? You’re taking me from behind and confessing your love.”
I cringe, groaning and about to pull out of her.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns me.
I still, resting my hands back on her hips and wondering what I’m supposed to do here.
“You take me, boy. And you make us come. And the whole time you’re doing it, I’ll be hearing those three words in my head.” She grins, thrusting her butt back and taking all of me.
I ease back a little, not wanting to hurt her, then slowly gyrate my hips.
“Yes,” she moans, fisting the duvet cover and rocking with me when I move again.
Picking up my pace, I squeeze her hips and listen out for her different moans. I’m starting to understand them, knowing when she wants me to go fast, slow, hard, soft. I do my best todeliver, and when I’m close to coming, I know that I have to make this count, so I quickly pull out of her and spin her over.
She lands on her back, and I press a kiss to her stomach, working my way up her body and suckling each nipple before lying over her and pressing my nose into the side of her cheek.
“I love you,” I whisper, sucking her earlobe into my mouth.
She hasn’t said it back, but the way she squeezes my shoulders, then presses a kiss against my skin makes me wonder if she’s feeling it but just can’t find the courage to say it.
That’s okay. I’m not pressuring her into anything.
Slipping back inside her, I bring her home with short, sweet strokes that work her G-spot. As soon as she’s shuddering and jerking beneath me, I push myself deep inside her, thrusting smooth and long until her clenching pussy undoes me.
“Ahhhh,” I groan into her ear. “I love you. Fuck, I love you.”
Waves of pleasure roll through me, and I stay buried inside her while I ride them out, my heart thundering, my soft pants hitting the side of her face.
She hooks her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass and holding me against her like she can’t let go.
Wriggling my fingers under her back, I suction her against me, rolling us onto our sides so we can keep puffing and panting against each other’s cheeks and just revel in our awesome session.
“We’re good together,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder. “We’re fucking awesome at the sex thing.”
