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“You feel so good,” I replied, hovering over her, grinding my hips against hers because deep wasn’t deep enough.
She moaned. “More.”
I pumped into her again, beating a steady rhythm that made her tits shake in the most mesmerizing way. She looked so hot, lying back like this, her hands working up and down my sides, fingernails digging into my back. And her eyes met mine. Trusting. Loving.
And I realized this wasn’t sex. It wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t a release.
It was love.
We were making love.
The thought pushed me dangerously close to the edge, but I couldn’t, not yet.
“Your piercing,” she whispered, eyes crinkling. “It feels...” she gasped. “Oh, I’m...”
She tightened around me, and pride swelled in my chest.
Della was coming for me. And I was coming for her.
As I released into her, I was giving her more than my cum. I was giving her my heart. My everything.
There was no going back.
Not with Della in front of me.
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DELLA
After the best sex of my life, a tiny, terrified part of me expected Hayes to walk away. That used to be his MO, after all. He’d told me so himself.
So I gave a surprised, happy giggle when he tugged me close into his arms, unbothered by our sweaty bodies or the mess of his spend. He held me like I was the most important person in the world.
I looked into his eyes, searching for some tell that this was a game to him. That it wouldn’t last. Because my heart was thinking crazy things, like giving up my new job and staying in Cottonwood Falls to discover what could happen between the two of us.
Could this relationship be something real? Something that would last?
He brushed my hair away from my face, saying, “You’re beautiful you know.”
I smiled back at him, fighting the urge to dismiss his compliment. I knew Hayes was too honest to lie to me. “Thank you,” I whispered. It was like talking might break this blissful bubble between us.
Tracing his thumb over my cheek, he said, “I still haven’t seen that tattoo.”
A small laugh bubbled past my lips. “I was hoping you’d forget.”
He shook his head. “Not a chance.”
Knowing Hayes was almost as stubborn as me, I rolled over to my stomach and said, “My lower back.”
He pulled up the covers, and I cringed, wondering what he would think of the orange and black butterfly resting along my spine. My skin sizzled as he traced his fingers over the design. “I like it.” He lowered his lips to my back, kissing there.
I looked over my shoulder at him, curls tickling my skin. “You do? I was kind of thinking I should get it lasered off.”
“Fuck no,” he said, putting the blanket back. “Don’t change a thing. Anything.”
I couldn’t help but smile back at him, and I twisted into his arms again, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’ll keep my tattoo if you keep your piercing.”
His lip ring glinted as he smirked. “I knew you’d like it.”