Page 151 of No Longer Mine

Hard and deep like I was trying to steal the words straight from his mouth and plant them into my chest where they belonged.

He groaned as I rocked against him, our bodies still dressed, but the friction—the friction—was dizzying. His hands slid beneath the bunched silk of my dress, gripping my bare hips as I rolled again, slower this time, savoring the drag of his cock against my aching, bare pussy.

“You feel what you do to me?” I breathed against his lips. “You say those words, and I fall all over again.”

He rested his forehead on mine. “Then don’t stop falling.”

He reached between our bodies and unzipped his slacks. His cock sprang free and made contact with my aching center. It was enough to send me over. I gasped—my head falling back, eyes fluttering shut—as the thick, hot pressure of him slid against my clit.

I rose up on my knees just slightly and he leveled his cock with my soaking pussy as I lowered myself down on him. My gasp echoed around the bathroom. I sank down onto him slowly, my hands braced against his chest, my breath catching with every inch.

His fingers curled into my hips, grounding me as I adjusted around him, as my body opened to the weight and warmth of him like it had been waiting for this exact moment.

I wasn’t trembling from lust.

I was trembling from everything.

From the way he looked at me like I was something sacred.

From the words he’d finally said.

From the truth of knowing I had finally—finally—let someone all the way in.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, voice strained, jaw tight with restraint.

I started to move—slow, wanton rolls of my hips that pulled a low groan from his throat.

He let me lead. Let me ride the rhythm of what my body craved. But his hands never left me. They guided, supported, worshiped—promised.

“Watch me fuck you,” My eyes left his and went to the mirror beside us.

The sight of it—his jaw clenched, the reverence in his gaze as he watched me ride him—was enough to make my breath hitch again.

“Look at how you take me,” he said low, voice wrecked. “Every inch. Like I was made for you.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. His throat worked as he fought for control and I knew I was losing the battle myself. He gripped my hips tighter as he rose up on his heels to impale me further on his cock. I moaned as his hands slid around my ass to run his finger around his cock impaling me. With both hands he pulled my ass open even more and the tips of his fingers slipped into my pussy as his cock moved in and out of me. It was erotic and dirty but I loved every second of it.

Our combined moans and gasps echoed around the room as we watched our bodies move together. My hands clutched at his shoulders as he moved beneath me, his rhythm sharper now, deeper—driving me right towards the edge.

My breath caught as his name broke from my lips, fractured and trembling. He felt it. Wave after wave hit me and before Iknew it, he was picking up the pace even faster. Pounding into me at a rate that only prolonged my orgasm.

His hands twitched on my ass he growled against my neck and I felt him cum deep within me. I pressed my forehead to his as he stayed inside of me. No longer moving but not completely soft either.

“I love you,” I whispered, not because I was overwhelmed with what we’d just done, but because I meant it in every possible way.

His lips found my temple as he kissed me gently. “I know.”

I stayed there in his arms, both of us still catching our breath, our bodies tangled in sweat and silk. Outside the city never stopped moving, but for once—I did.

With him, I could rest.

But deep in my chest, I could still feel the hum.

Of unfinished business.

Of the storm I hadn’t forgotten.

But when the time came to face it I knew I wouldn’t be alone.

Not anymore.