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Pulling back, I say, “I agree. Like do you want my mouth here first?” I reach between us to press on her clit.
She moves into my hand.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Aidan, this is important,” she says while I lay her down on the bed, spreading her legs, but she pulls me on top of her in the next moment.
I give her the smallest of smiles. “The only important thing right now is this. That I get to show you how much I love you.” Working her leggings down, I reveal her creamy skin before discarding her clothing on the floor.
She’s right. We do need to talk, but I need her to know what’s the most important.
This. Us.
Not everyone knows that growing up. That love really is the only thing that matters. What they should fight for.
“I love you,” I tell her.
She reaches up, working her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. “I know.”
I say it again, and she laughs. “I know.”
I work my pants down, discarding my boxer briefs with them. Then I reach behind me to take my shirt off, and pretty soon, I’m naked in front of her, staring at my mostly naked girlfriend.
Eyes fixed to mine, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, throwing it off the side of the bed.
She’s so beautiful. I trace the inside of her thighs until she shudders. My thumb circles her clit, and I can’t think of a better way to take her than like this.
I reach for the pillows at the head of her bed and place them under her hips, propping her up for me. Her stare moves from my cock to my face.
I grab my dick at the base, then reach over to grab a condom from her nightstand, working it down my length. I’m still playing with her nub when I enter her, and she cries out, “Aidan!”
“I want you like this, Angel. So I can see every perfect part of you.”
I start with slow, measured strokes—movements that drive me crazy as much as her. Her pussy takes me in so good, so fucking good, like she was made for me, molded for my cock.
“Mine,” I grind out, working faster.
Her hands flit around the bed, grabbing the sheets in her fists, then letting them go. Her breasts jiggle with every stroke.
“Touch your nipples,” I instruct.
“Aidan,” she groans.
“Please, I’m desperate for it.”
She licks her lips, her fingers finding her hard nipples. Her jaw drops in pleasure, and I’m overcome with an intense need to fill her. To claim her.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” she breathes out.
My hips piston forward faster. She cries out, her chin tilting up to the ceiling when I drive inside her.
My brain repeats “Mine, mine, mine” until I come, emptying everything I have. Her walls close around me at the same time, clenching and unclenching.
“Aidan!”
I thrust inside her one last time as I stare down at her from above. Our gazes connect, and I know, this is it for me. This is the only woman I’ll ever have for the rest of my life.