His arms wrap around my waist, locking me close, pulling me down into his pulsing cock, anchoring me as tremors race through my core.
“I’m right here. I’m with you.”
The words unravel me. It’s not the insane heat between our bodies, or the rhythm of him sliding deep…so deep. This goes beyond physical pleasure.
I swallow a knife of pain in my throat.
This is big.
Neither of us is walking away without scars. I see it in his eyes.
“Come with me,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him, angling my mouth for his thrusting tongue, my rhythm faltering.
He takes over. His hands biting into my thighs deliciously. He’s moaning, dragging me against his cock, taking my mouth and I’m unraveling. Melting.
The peak is on the horizon. But it comes on fast. The force it takes me with makes me scream.
Tearing my mouth away from his, my whole body twists with intense pleasure.
He holds me through it. His powerful arms keep me from falling physically, but they make me fall even more in the most beautiful way.
I’m in love with him.
It happened so fast. But in truth, it was months ago that I knew something was unfolding between us. Forbidden but undeniable.
I’m in love.
The world narrows to my pulse, his arms, the distant twinkle of Christmas lights.
“Babe.” He flips me beneath him, his hands bracing on either side of my head, our bodies still locked together. “I’m going to love you so hard.”
He is. Spencer doesn’t do anything in half measures.
“Take me.” I say, letting my knees drop wide. “Take me to the edge I can’t come back from.”
He strokes into me, slow, deep, awakening the pleasure again. “Can you take all of this right now, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I love it.”
Looking right at me he draws back, thrusts forward hard.
A shockwave rolls through me, stealing my breath. Making my pussy contract violently.
My hands find his biceps. “Oh god, yes. Do it again.”
“I’m not stopping until I break us both,” he grits out, thrusting hard, driving me up the bed.
My eyes mist, my body arches. “Ahhhhmygod!” I gasp, clinging to him.
“Fuck, angel. That’s it.” He shoves all of that wide shaft into me, his pelvis crashing against me, grinding down. “Play with your clit for me.”
I fumble my hand between us, my lungs on fire, I’m breathing so hard, I’m seeing spots.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I’m chanting. Deliriously happy. Lost in the consuming heat and intensity of the moment.
When his hand slides below my butt, his rough, manly fingers bite into me. With a growl, he lifts me, and I scream. ‘Ah!”
He shudders and stops. “Too deep?”
