She nods, her teeth digging into her lower lip. Her hands fist in the blankets on either side of her head, knuckles white as she prepares herself for what’s to come.
Unable to wait much longer, I push inside.
It’s a slow, tight squeeze that makes breathing difficult. Not even completely inside, I find myself growing dizzy with nothing but a few thrusts. Lasting only a few shallow thrusts, adeep groan escapes me as I bottom out, fully sheathed in her incredible heat, and a curse tears from me. “Fuck.”
Her walls flutter around me, accepting the intrusion, before clenching down when I pull back. Watching her tug at the blanket, mesmerized by the way she curls against the bed, I force each breath to saw in and out of my body.
I need more. I need all of her. I grab her other ankle, lift it, spread her wider, and prop it on my other shoulder. Now she’s completely open, completelymine.
Her grip on my cock is tight enough to make it a miracle that I don’t just come then and there. Hell, I have to freeze long enough to refocus my thoughts so I don’t cave into the sensation immediately. It doesn’t take long for her to start wiggling her hips, beckoning me to move.
It’s going to take time to build up a bit of endurance. If she’s this wound up, I’m going to have to work to keep up with her.
Already feeling the coiling tension in my spine, I shake it off and adjust my angle, lifting her hips higher, and begin to thrust.
It doesn’t take long for her moans to fill the room. Even more when I rock into her just right.
“There?” Rolling my hips and grinding into that sweet, perfect spot, I drink in that flushed expression. Each time I hit it, she grips me even tighter, like she’s unaware of what she’s doing.
She can only nod, letting out a broken, sobbing gasp. I do it again. Rocking into her, I watch the sweat bead against her temple and fight the urge to release her to lick it off.
As tempting as it is, I wouldn’t dare shift when Daphne looks like she’s experiencing pure bliss.
If I held any doubt about whether this was just lust pulling at me, seeing her like this has cleared up the thought. My heart’s pounding just as quickly as my hips.
Without even lifting a finger, she’s stolen my heart and written her name on it.
So this is what love is like, huh? It’s the strangest, most addicting thing I’ve ever had hit me at full force.
It doesn’t take long before we’re both reaching our limits. Once she’s looking at me through half-lidded eyes, lips parted to spill a list of different pleasured sounds, the zing up my spine is about as much of a warning that my body will give me to prepare for the roughest, but best orgasm to hit me in a long time.
Watching her come apart is the most beautiful undoing I’ve ever witnessed.
Her climax hits her harder than the first, like a crashing wave that pulls her under. She claws at the blankets, gasping for air.
It’s too much. Only able to survive a few more thrusts, I hit my limit. With a guttural groan, I rock deep, as deep as she’ll take me, and spill my release inside her in hot, endless waves. My thrusts slow, become languid, until we’re both still, welded together, fighting for air.
Slowly, carefully, I lower her legs, my muscles protesting the movement. I don’t pull out. Can’t. Instead, I collapse beside her, immediately turning to gather her against me, hugging her to my chest.
She’s so soft and huggable, even when she’s exhausted from pushing herself like this.
I kiss her, first on her cheeks, then her chin, and finally, her mouth.
Never realized how badly I wanted something until I experienced it. No matter how many times I kiss those pillowy lips, I’ll never grow tired. Hell, I’ll have her batting me away before the night is over.
“Hope it snows all year round,” I murmur against her mouth. “Keep you right here. Just like this.”
She laughs, a breathy, exhausted, happy sound, and returns my kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The words settle in my chest, warm and sure. She shifts, pulling away from my hold long enough to flatten me on my back. Throwing her leg over me, her thighs wrap around my hips, giving a light squeeze. Then she wiggles, just a little. The friction makes me groan, a mix of pleasure and sweet agony.
“Need a break?” she asks, her mouth curving into a smile. Amused. Beautiful.Mine.
I chuckle, forcing the sound out. “Five minutes.” Watching the corners of her eyes crinkle, I fall in love with her again. “After that, I’ll be ready.”
She hums, a contented sound, before her smile softens, but her amusement remains.
“You think,” she begins, her voice playful, “once everything is done, you could leave me a good review for my matchmaking skills?” Her fingers trace along my chest. “I think a record-breaking match should catch people’s eyes when it comes to a new business hitting the town.”
