His forehead dropped to mine as I pumped him slowly. “Fuck. That’s it.”
We worked each other into a frenzy until we were both right on the edge. And then he was lifting me with a firm grip on my ass, while I scrambled to tug my dress out of the way.
He sank into me with a hiss and a shiver. “Jesus, Mia.”
My legs tightened around him and his hips began to move, dragging pleasure through me with every thrust. I clung to his shoulders, held together only by his grip and the rhythm of our bodies.
“Good?” he breathed, voice tight.
“So good,” I gasped, thighs trembling.
His hand cupped the back of my head to keep me steady as he drove into me harder, deeper.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, his mouth hovering over mine. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I whimpered, heat coiling low in my belly, my nails digging into his back.
One more thrust. Then another.
And then we shattered—together.
I buried my face in his neck, muffling my moan, while his arms held me through it, his body pulsing inside mine.
For a few long seconds, we just stood there. Breathless, tangled, sated.
Eventually, his lips brushed over my temple. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
My heart swelled. I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, smiling as I cupped his cheek. “I love you too, Rom.” I bit my lip. “And on second thought… I think I like fast.”
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