“Keep going.” Her fingers trace lines across the back of my head. Her eyes lock onto mine. “You’re mine, don’t forget.”
“I want this so badly, baby. I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.”
“Romeo…” She gasps. Her back arches, guiding me deeper inside her. “I wanted it too.”
“All this time…” It hurts, but I always knew that Sara was worth waiting for. “I’d have waited till I was old and grey.”
She pulls my lips onto hers. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
I kiss her long and hard, slowing when I hit the wall and she starts panting. “That’s it, baby. Nearly there. You can take all of me.”
I keep pushing, a fraction at a time, until the wall gives, and her warm juices flow down my shaft. I kiss her with all the emotion swelling inside me. Fisting her hair, desperate to discover all that Sara Mancini has to offer, and to win her heart at the same time.
I move slowly, at first. Sliding my shaft all the way out until the head is kissing her pussy and then sinking it deep inside her. Her eyes grow dark. Her kisses more demanding. I push harder, and she wraps her legs around my back, hugging me close, wanting more.
Her hips meet mine with every thrust. She whimpers into my mouth, and if it isn’t the sexiest sound I ever heard.
“Sara,” I breathe, fascinated by the way she feels underneath me. “Fucking hell, Sara.”
“Harder, Romeo,” she pants.
Her legs tremble around me. I rub myself against her clit, grinding deep inside her, knowing that I won’t be able to last long at this rate. I don’t want to come alone.
Her breathing grows ragged. She moans through her kisses. Right as I feel Sara start to clench around me, my climax rips across my spine. I arch, moaning as I fill her up, never wanting the moment to end.
I whisper her name like a prayer, every part of my body shaking with my release.
As I return to my body, I press my forehead against hers, I breathe, feeling her shaking underneath me.
“Sara,” I murmur. “Are you okay?”
Her smile makes my heart feel soft.
“Can we do that again?”
When I wake, Sara is still in my arms. The sight of her beside me, her hair fanned across the pillow, her lips parted to create a tiny heart in the center, makes my heart melt. It’s everything I ever dreamed of, and more.
I press a kiss against her shoulder. “Good morning.”
She turns and burrows her face into my chest “Mmf,” she murmurs.
I laugh and pull her closer. “Did you sleep well?”
“The best.”
I inhale the smell of her hair, mango, and coconut from my shower gel, blended with her unique scent. I want to imprint the smell of her on my psyche so that I never have to be without her. I want to carry this image, this moment, around with me forever.
I hold her close, soaking up her presence in my bed. In my life. Sara Mancini is here. In my arms, and I don’t ever want to let her go.
She stirs. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes,” I smile. I don’t mean food, however. I lean down and bite the place where her neck meets her shoulder, and she giggles underneath my mouth.
“Okay, big boy. We can get that for breakfast too.”
Big boy. It means something else entirely when Sara says it, and it isn’t even a bit embarrassing. I love her for it. I love her for making it sound like a label I could get used to.
“Before or after I make you the most satisfying breakfast of your life?”
