She's mine.
And I'm hers.
I start to move again, my hips rocking into hers, a slow, steady rhythm that's more about making love than just fucking.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with mine, a silent, intuitive understanding that's more profound than words.
The only sounds in the room are our soft moans, the whisper of skin against skin, the creak of the bed.
The candles cast a warm, flickering glow over us, painting her body in shades of gold and shadow.
She’s so beautiful. The curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, the soft, vulnerable skin of her neck. The mark on her thigh, a dark, angry brand that’s already starting to bruise.
I trail my fingers down her side, over the curve of her hip, then lower, to the wet, swollen folds of her pussy.
She's so sensitive, her body trembling at my touch.
I rub her clit, a slow, gentle circle, and she gasps, her hips arching up to meet my hand.
"You're going to come again for me, sweetheart," I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. "One more time. For me."
I can feel the tension building in her body, the slow, steady climb toward another orgasm.
I keep my movements slow and steady, my hips rocking into her, my fingers working her clit, a two-pronged assault that's designed to push her over the edge.
Her breath hitches, her body tensing,and I know she's close.
I increase the pressure on her clit, rubbing her a little faster, a little harder, and that's all it takes.
She comes with a soft cry, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on me in a series of hard, rhythmic contractions.
The feeling of her, tight and wet and pulsing around me, is my undoing.
The coil in my groin finally snaps, and I'm coming, hard, my body shuddering as I pour myself into her, a hot, pulsing release that seems to go on forever.
I look down at her, at her face, flushed and beautiful in the candlelight, and I feel a surge of emotion so strong, it almost takes my breath away.
I love her.
The realization hits me with the force of a physical blow, leaving me stunned, breathless.
I love her. I am in love with her.
I’ve loved her for a while, I realize. I just didn’t want to admit it.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet, intoxicating scent as my body shakes with the force of my orgasm and my mind reels from the revelation.
This changes everything.
This changes everything.
For a long moment, we just lie there, our bodies tangled together, our hearts beating as one.
I know I'm too heavy for her, but I can't bring myself to move.
I need to feel her, to be connected to her, to lose myself in the warmth of her body.
She doesn't seem to mind. She just wraps her arms around me, her hands stroking my back, her touch gentle.
