I strip her slowly, savoring every inch of skin I reveal. The curve of her breasts, the softness of her belly, the thickness of her thighs. She’s gorgeous, and she’s mine, and I’ll never get tired of looking at her.
“You’re staring,” she says, but she’s smiling.
“I’m admiring.” I pull my own shirt over my head and toss it aside. “There’s a difference.”
She laughs, but it turns into a moan when I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple until it peaks against my tongue. Her back arches off the bed, her nails raking across my scalp.
“More,” she demands. “I need more.”
I give her more.
I kiss my way down her body, pausing to worship her belly, her hips, the inside of her thighs. She’s already wet for me, glistening and ready, and the scent of her arousal drives my bear wild.
“Tolin.” My name is a plea on her lips. “Please.”
I bury my face between her thighs and feast on her like a starving man. She cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth, her fingers gripping my shoulders. I lick and suck and tease until she’s trembling, until she’s begging, until she shatters against my tongue with a scream that echoes off the walls.
Before she can come down, I’m positioning myself at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
She opens her eyes, those beautiful eyes that saw me when no one else did.
“I love you,” I say as I push inside her.
She gasps, her body stretching to accommodate me, her walls gripping me so tight my vision blurs.
“I love you too,” she breathes. “God, Tolin, I love you so much.”
I start to move, slow and deep, savoring the way she feels around me. Every stroke is a promise. Every thrust is a vow. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making this woman happy, and it’s never going to be enough.
“Harder,” she begs, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Please, harder.”
I give her what she wants. I always will.
I fuck her hard and deep, the headboard slamming against the wall, the bed creaking beneath us. She’s moaning my name, clawing at my back, meeting every thrust with her own desperate movements.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“Yes.” She’s sobbing with pleasure. “Yes, Tolin, yes.”
I can feel her getting close, can feel her walls starting to flutter around me. My hand moves to her clit, rubbing it in quick circles.
“Come for me,” I demand. “Come on my dick, Imani.”
She explodes.
Her whole body convulses, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I can barely move. She screams my name, tears streaming down her face, and I fuck her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure.
I’m close too, so close, ready to come.
And then something shifts.
Imani’s eyes flash, something primal and wild moving behind them. Her hands grip my shoulders, pulling me down, and before I understand what’s happening, her mouth is on my neck.
She bites.
Hard.
