“Too much,” I managed to gasp.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth. The sight of him tasting me made heat flood through my body all over again despite the fact that I’d just come.
“You taste incredible,” he said, his eyes dark with desire.
I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. My hand found him again, stroking firmly. He was rock hard. I could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered against his mouth. “Now.”
He lined himself up at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. “I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you too,” I breathed.
He pushed inside me slowly. The sensation of him filling me without any barrier between us was overwhelming. He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine, and he stilled, giving us both a moment to adjust to the intensity of the connection.
“Sylvie,” he breathed. “You feel amazing.”
“Oh God,” I gasped as he seated himself fully inside me.
He began to move then, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and controlled. This wasn’t the frantic passion we’d shared before. This was gentler, more tender. This was making love in the truest sense of the words.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he moved inside me. Our bodies found a rhythm that felt natural, inevitable, like we’d been made to fit together exactly this way. His lips found mine, and we kissed slowly, deeply, our tongues moving in sync with our bodies.
“I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I breathed, my hands sliding down his back to grip his ass, urging him deeper.
He shifted the angle slightly. Suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure began building low in my belly. It was too soon. Too fast. My body felt too raw.
“That’s it,” Kent encouraged, his movements becoming slightly more urgent. “Let me feel you, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
His words sent another wave of heat through me. I loved when he talked like that, when he told me what he wanted.
“So good,” I managed to gasp. “You feel so good inside me.”
He groaned at my words, his hips snapping forward with more force. One of his hands slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure.
I felt myself climbing higher, my entire body tensing as the orgasm built.
“Kent,” I whimpered. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me,” he urged, his voice strained with his own need. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed over me, my body clenching around him as pleasure radiated out from my core to every nerve ending. I cried out his name.
Kent continued moving through my climax, prolonging my pleasure until I was trembling and gasping beneath him. Then his rhythm faltered, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
“Sylvie,” he groaned. I felt him pulse inside me as he came, his entire body going rigid before collapsing against me.
After a few seconds, he carefully pulled out and rolled to his side, immediately pulling me against his chest. His heart was still racing under my palm, matching the frantic beat of my own.
We lay there, our breathing gradually returning to normal. I felt myself starting to drift toward sleep, warm and satisfied and completely content.
“Sylvie?” Kent’s voice was soft in the darkness.
“Mmm?”
“Thank you.”
