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I watch as his eyes look over every inch of my skin and I have never felt more beautiful. He softly moves his hand, his palm pressing
my skin, and he grips my waist, drawing me closer to him.
into
His eyes focus on mine and I struggled to breathe, a gasp leaving my lips when he presses the head of his cock right at my entrance.
He’s big, thick and so hard. It’s heavy against my thigh, and my hands tighten into fists from the anticipation. His eyes shift between mine and I slide my hands up his torso and around his neck holding him close as he slowly opens me up.
It’s finally happening and I can’t stop the tremble in my body, deep in my bones.
I moan, my back arching.
He doesn’t thrust. He slowly slides in, my inner walls clenching onto him tight like he is what I’ve been waiting for.
“Say it again, love.”
I keep my eyes on him, letting the tears fall as they prick the back of my eyes. His brows furrow, and he wipes them with his thumbs.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He breathes out and then slowly thrusts the last inch inside of me. I breathe a shaky inhale, letting my body adjust to his thickness.
He cups my face, kissing me across my cheeks and down my jaw. When he lifts his face to mine, he melts into me.
“I love you,” he whispers against my skin, slowly rocking his hips.
I feel every inch of him as I grip him, my insides twisting and my toes curling. He moves, and I move. I stay right there with him, watching the fear and rigidness disappear from his eyes.
I don’t know where I end, and he begins. Nothing separates us.
Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, every shift, every press of his lips against mine so seamlessly in sync that it feels like we were made for this, for each other.
It’s effortless, like breathing, like something written into my DNA long before I ever realized it. I never should have fought this.
A pang of regret twists inside me, sharp and aching. How long have I wasted? How long have I been circling him, pretending we were something less than this?
I could have had this sooner. I could have felt whole for so much longer.
The thought makes my chest tighten, makes me clutch at him harder makes me press my lips to his like I can make up for lost time.
Zaid groans softly against my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair, his other hand pressing against my lower back, keeping me against him as his hips rock into me.
I pull back just enough to look at him, my breathing uneven. He hasn’t touched my clit at all, and I don’t want him to. I want to stay in this moment forever. I want us to never stop, to just stay connected with him inside me.
His dark eyes hold me captive.
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“When did you know?” I whisper, my walce hitely more than hirath or fingers traning the tharp line of his be
He doesn’t falter, his rhythm steady and strong, his strokes long. Foy inch bringing me higher into the theor
his head at me.
I wrap one of my legs tighter around his waist, pressing my heal into his ass. I want him desper
“When did you know you loved me?” I basically gasp as he reaches part of me that has me wondering how I still here my bones.
His intensity softens, not in hesitation, but in certainty. In the quiet kind of knowing that he has no doubts, no questions
mind.
He brushes his thumb over my cheek, then leans in and kisses me slow, deep. He drops his hand to the back of my knee and bends me; folding me until my knees are practically by my ears.
I hiss. The position curves my back, gives him a new angle, and he is deep inside me.
And then, against my lips, he murmurs, “That first day in the diner.”
My heart lurches so violently I gasp, my lungs convulsing for air. We had just met. We were strangers, really.
The memory crashes over me in an instant, the scent of coffee and warm syrup, the gray clouds outside, the rain.
When he left me there.
I throw the last thought away and let out a shaky breath. I cup his face between my hands and kiss him again.
Because nothing, not the past, not the ache of lost time, will ruin this. We work up a sweat, his thrusts still slow and soft, my clit
still untouched.
We stare into each other’s eyes, and he swallows. “I don’t want this to end.”
I shake my head, my legs beginning to tremble.
“I want to be inside you like this all the time.”
His words trigger a wave of heat inside me, my pussy clenching around him.
His nostrils flare when he feels it. “Fuck. I won’t ever get enough of you, love.”
I shake my head. “There will always be more of me to give.”
He shudders at that. “I don’t deserve you.”
My climax builds, tension coiling in my center, my body preparing for it. I don’t tear my eyes from his. “You have me, all of me.”
He groans, increasing the pace of his thrusts for a second. He closes his eyes, muscles tensing as he forces himself to slow down. He shakes his head, swallowing. “No. You have me. It was I who was made for you, remember?”
My heart rate spikes, my entire body warms, and I cry out as my orgasm slowly builds. It starts deep inside me and it rolls through me, not like a crashing wave, but a slow rolling wave.
It’s like a fire that starts small. An ember that finds wood to feast on and grows into an all–consuming beast.
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Tears fall down the sides of my face, and my body loses all control.ars flicker in my vision and I realize in that moment that I have never known what it was like to make love.
Not until now.
I shudder, struggling to breathe while I claw at his back, finding any which way to keep us close together. His hand grips my thigh, keeping my legs apart and my knees to the sides of my face.
A pained moan rumbles from his chest to his throat and he never one looks away from me as he comes. He pumps into me, lips parting as he gasps for air and he only stills once he has stopped.
He presses his forehead to mine, kissing me in gentle bursts as we both come down from our high. It takes forever for my heart rate to return to normal, for my blood to stop feeling hot.
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