“I love you. You drive me crazy, baby,” I murmur, my lips against her skin.
Her fingers find the hem of my shirt and she slowly lifts it, letting her fingers trail across my skin, heating me to the core. I’m already breathing heavily but not from any exertion. It’s from pure desire. Snatching my shirt over my head, I toss it to the side and watch her as she traces my muscles with her fingers until she reaches my pants. She pops the button open and slides the zipper down while keeping her eyes locked with mine.
When she touches me, I lose all semblance of control. Before I know it, we’re on the bed, my body covering hers, and I’m poised and ready to plunge into her. My arms frame her face, our foreheads touching as I push forward and bury myself deep inside her. Her body arches up, taking me in to the hilt, as she cries out in pleasure.
The first tear escapes from her eye and rolls down her temple only to be quickly followed by a small river. Over and over, I surge into her, whisper in her ear, and give her all I have. All of my love. All of me.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” I grunt. “Don’t plan on getting any sleep tonight.”
“I don’t need sleep. I only need you. Luke,” She screams my name as I hit her sweet spot.
“Mmm, right there?” I ask as she cries out again.
“I can’t talk when you do that,” she protests breathily.
“Do what?” I ask as I push forward and arch back again.
“Oh, God, Luke!” Her fingernails leave their mark on my skin. Her sex squeezes me—clenching, quivering, and gripping until I can’t hold back another second.
Groaning her name, I empty myself deep inside her as she rides out her orgasm. I can’t bring myself to move off of her. The way we’re joined together as one person is sheer perfection. The way her body accommodates me, molds to fit me, it’s all as if she’s made for only me.
She is the only one for me. My insecurities are trying to resurface because I feel those lingering doubts taking root again. Am I good enough for her? Out of any guy she could have in the world, why would she want me?
“I love you, Luke,” she reassures me, like she’s reading my mind. “Only you.” She kisses me, and within seconds, I feel her smile against my lips. “Already?”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Again.”
