“You were beautiful. I love watching you come.”
She smiles sweetly as she pants. Her entire body glows for me. I crawl up her body and lie beside her, cupping her face. My kisses skim her neck. They travel as if possessed by my love for her. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, and finally her lips. Our tongues dance as she shares her post-orgasm joy.
My skin tingles with every graze of her fingertips up and down my chest.
“Rosie,” I say on a breath as she slides her thigh across my pelvis.
She shirks off her dress so she’s in her pretty lace underwear. She’s beautiful. Her personality shines from every inch of her. I never thought I’d deserve her. Her curves cry out for me, and I grab her hips.
I’m obsessed with the way her body feels against me. I want to touch all of her forever.
“You smell so good, Niki.” Her hand slides into my joggers, and she palms my dick. It’s not a frenzied hand-job or a prequel to fast sex, but like she’s enjoying having me against her skin. My cock thrusts against her palm.
I groan as she straddles me.
My fingers thread through her hair, and I pull her to me so I can taste her as she grinds against me.
The kiss is like her, delicate yet full of a power that can break me.
But she doesn’t.
She builds me up at every opportunity and gifts me strength. She makes the impossible possible while giving me freedom to breathe and be me. I don’t want to spend another day without her smile.
I groan in her mouth as she strokes me harder.
“I need you inside me,” she murmurs against me, her kisses dusting my lips. “I need you on top. I want you to…”
Her pause shows her fear. I’m scared, too—scared at how much I’m falling for her and that we’re on the precipice of making decisions about our future. I’m scared that I can’t imagine being without her. But it’s not just my decision.
“Do you want me to make love to you?”
She nods.
“I love that you trust me enough to admit it.”
She’s fucking glowing.
I roll us so I’m above her. I pull a condom out of my joggers before pushing them off and kneeling above her. She removes her knickers, and I regret not doing it myself. I love sliding the lace down her thighs.
“Play with that pretty pussy for me,” I request as I sheath my dick.
She strokes her clit. Her cheeks are flushed, and her boobs nearly spill out of her bra.
“Are you ready for me?”
She nods, and her legs widen. It’s instinct for her now. I grab her feet and yank her so she’s lower down the bed.
Her gasp makes my cock judder.
The scent of her arousal fills my lungs as I lie between her thighs.
“So fucking incredible.” I tuck my fingers underneath her bra strap and tug it down, replacing the material with my lips. She rubs her wet pussy against me, and I lose my mind.
I lick and swirl my tongue around her nipples as she grinds against me.
I stare at her tits, now swollen and flushed with her desire. “You’re so beautiful.”
She doesn’t deny it like she sometimes does. Instead, her smile lights up the room.
