“Shit, that’s beautiful,” I whispered against her breast. “Do you see us, baby?” I asked, making her look at me. “Look at how well you take me, how your body molds to mine.” Our eyes met, and I kissed her softly. “You were made for me.”
Her mouth sagged, trembling hands back on my face. A tear fell down her cheek, and my pace quickened. Still buried inside her deep. My fingers were bruised on her thigh.
“Gavin, I can’t—“ she pleaded as her nails dug into my cheek. “I’m going to come. I need to—“
She was so tight around me, her body on its final leg. She sucked in a shaky breath and hid her head in the crook of my neck, teeth bared on my skin and hanging on for dear life as she resisted spilling over the edge.
“Almost,” I pleaded, wanting to take us both to the moment of shattering the world around us.
I was nearly numb. Unable to breathe. My body felt like it might combust. Every thrust was one more stolen moment that I wasn’t sure was real. Her thighs squeezed my ribs as she began to cry into my neck, and I slapped her ass harshly, making her jump.
I pulled her head back and gazed into her desperate face, my thumb swiping away a tear on her cheek. “Let go, baby. We’re there. Let go.”
Her mouth slammed into mine, and with that kiss, she surrendered. Her body caved in beneath me. She screamed into my mouth, and I couldn’t hold back. I let myself go inside her, my mind drawing a blank, stars forming behind my eyes. I matched her scream with my own audible groan, leaving crescent-shaped scars on her skin and drawing blood beneath my nails.
I couldn’t let her go.
We held one another, trembling and broken, our foreheads touching as our bodies struggled to function again.
It was another few minutes before I found the strength to move. As I pulled out of her slowly, my cock glistening with our finishes, Chloe sat up. Her bottom lip sucked behind her teeth at the sight of us, and when I was out of her, cum leaking from her pussy, she groaned.
“Do you like that?” I whispered.
“I love it,” she replied.
Our eyes met, and I kissed her again. Long and hard. Pulling her onto my lap as I sat on the mattress. I reached around her waist and squeezed her ass, prompting a perfect little moan to erupt from her throat. My lips moved to her jaw, throat, collarbone, and breast as she hugged my head against her, her delicate fingers threading and tugging in my hair, prompting goosebumps to trickle over my flesh. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, unable to stop kissing her. Fuck, there was no limit to the ways I wanted to have her, and I didn’t know how to stop myself.
A quiet chuckle left her as she yanked on my hair, urging me up to her face again. She laughed out my name, and the smile on her lips was so adorable that I had to capture it.
And even still, my heart fluttered with restless need and disbelief that she was once more in my arms.
For real, this time.
“I have so many things I want to do to you,” I said upon our parting, my forehead relaxing against hers. “I’m trying hard to pace myself, but you’re impossible to resist.”
She sat back, her smile soft as she looked at me, as her hands traveled over my face. Her touch was delicate like she was memorizing every line, freckle, and curve. My grin faded as I watched her, and when her palm rested on my cheek, I kissed the inside of it and held her a little tighter.
“Promise me you won’t be gone when I wake up,” she whispered.
“I promise,” I said. “I’m never letting you go.”
CHAPTER FORTY - CHLOE
I WOKE UP surrounded by the steady arms of the man I loved.
Fuck, everything smelled like him. That sweet, peppered scent. I nuzzled my face into the soft pillow and inhaled deeply, a moan eliciting from within.
“That sound is reserved for me,” Gavin muttered into my neck.
I shifted, smiling slightly at the ache between my thighs from our night. “Your pillow smells like you,” I said, hugging it closer.
He leaned up and kissed my shoulder, my arm, and my elbow. “I’ll make you smell like it every morning from now on,” he swore.
I turned over so that I could see him, and I beamed at the sight of his disheveled hair, the sleepiness in his eyes, and his freckles in the light of the morning sun. He gazed at me with that dilated look as he reached out and pushed my hair back.
“How do you feel?” he asked softly.
“Like if I get out of bed, I’ll have to face the day,” I said. “And I’m not quite ready to do that.”
