There’s no one like her.
“I swear to God,” I whisper against her neck. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. No one’s ever made me lose it like you do.”
She moans when I say that.
“You don’t even know what you’ve done to me. I’ve had you once, and I already know this pussy’s mine. You’re mine.”
I thrust a little harder, a little faster.
“Ah!” she cries out, nails digging into my arms, and her body tightens around me again.
“Fuck, baby … that’s it,” I growl. “Take it. You take my cock so well. It’s like you were made for me.”
She starts to fall apart beneath me again.
“You’re perfect,” I mutter, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “You know that?”
“Adam, I …” she pants.
“You are,” I insist. “The way you look at me, the way you moan, the way you fuckin’ take me. You’re perfect.”
I slam into her deeper. She moans louder, and I feel her clench again.
“Shit,” I hiss. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
She nods, breathless, writhing under me.
“Yes …”
“Come for me,” I whisper. “One more time. Let me feel you lose it again.”
I rub her clit, fast and tight, just how she likes it, and she’s gone, crying out, her back arching, her pussy clenching so hard around me I see stars.
That’s it. That’s fucking it.
I groan loudly. My eyes are squeezing shut, thrusting harder as she comes all over me.
“God—you’re gonna fucking kill me,” I choke out. “You’re too good—I can’t hold it?—”
My voice breaks as I come, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I pull back and finish on her once again.
That was … just perfect.
Her arms are still around me, still moaning soft little sounds in my ear, and I can’t stop shaking.
I kiss her shoulder. Her neck. Her cheek.
“I don’t think I can stop wanting you,” I say quietly. “And I don’t want to.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, holding me close.
“You undo me,” I murmur. “And I’d stay that way if it means staying yours.”
Sleeping next to him for the first time was disturbingly easy. They say you relax more when you’re beside someone you love—or someone you can’t stop thinking about to the point that it’s almost embarrassing. And that was exactly what happened to me.
After I don’t know how many times we fucked, we finally passed out in his bed, and I swear my mind wouldn’t shut up about him even then. For the first time in years, I feel like I could actually rest becausehewas here.
