“I love you,” I whispered, lips brushing hers.
“I love you too,” she breathed, fingers curling at my nape. “All of you—slowly.”
I eased forward, parting her inch by inch.
The heat was staggering—her tight walls squeezing around me, still rippling from her release.
When I was fully seated, we both exhaled, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, and I held still, letting her adjust, feeling every tiny pulse inside her.
“Move,” she urged, voice husky. “Please, Nate.”
I drew back until only the tip remained, then glided home in one long, smooth stroke.
The drag was exquisite. her slickness coated me, easing every motion.
I set a languid pace—deep, unhurried thrusts that had her gasping every time I bottomed out.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into the back of my thighs, urging me closer.
“Like this?” I murmured, angling my hips to stroke that spot that made her eyes flutter shut.
“Yes—right there,” she moaned, nails scoring my skin. “Don’t stop.”
I kissed along her jaw, tasting the faint sheen of sweat at her throat. “You feel incredible,” I said against her pulse. “So tight, so warm.”
She arched beneath me, breasts pressing to my chest, and I shifted my weight to one elbow to cup one breast, thumb circling the stiff bud until she whimpered.
Ember’s breath hitched as her inner muscles twitched again, signaling another climb.
I slipped a hand between us, fingers finding her clit then rubbed in tight, gentle circles, matching the rhythm of my hips.
“Nate—” Her voice cracked. “I’m close again.”
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, increasing the pressure just enough. “Let go.”
She tensed beneath me, thighs trembling, then shattered with a soft grunt.
Her walls clamped down in rhythmic pulses, milking me as fresh wetness eased my strokes.
I kept thrusting through it, drawing out every shudder until she sagged, boneless and panting on the bed and let her knees fall apart for me.
Only then did I let myself chase release.
I buried my face in her neck, thrusts growing harder, faster.
The coil in my spine tightened unbearably as my balls drew up.
The sensation built until I felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
“Ember—God—” Pleasure surged, white-hot.
I thrust deep and came with a guttural groan, spilling inside her in long, pulsing waves.
Each spurt left me shaking, hips jerking until I was twitching and jolting, pumping my hips and dumping every last drop of my seed into her.
Then I collapsed to the side, spent and panting, while Ember curled against my chest.
I pressed a kiss to her damp temple and let my fingers drift through her hair.
