Page 26 of All The Way Under

She’s so light, I can fuck her with my arms, without even thrusting at all. I pull her off and on, watching my cock sink into her and exit, glistening with her wetness. Saylor’s arms are above her head, her hands holding on to the arm of the chaise, and her eyes are closed.

“I want this forever,” she says, drawing a sharp breath.

My nostrils flare as my excitement takes over the moment. She’s mine in all ways when I’m fucking her. When I’m making love to her. She belongs to me and no one else. Yanking her onto me, I watch her face wilt with need—and in satisfaction.

“I hate to be a pessimist right now, but forever won’t be enough.”

She smiles, a wistful look crossing her features. “Sit down. I want to ride you.”

Delicately, I sit, my back against the chair while keeping her on me. She straddles me, her knees next to my legs. This angle gives me the perfect grip on her tits and access to her mouth. Every time she slips down, she pauses to kiss me, tongue tangled with mine, her hands in my hair.

Erotic torture is the perfect description.

I feel hot and cold from the breeze at the same time.

It’s heaven and hell twisting together. She picks up the pace, her breathing speeding as I twirl her nipples between my fingers.

Her chest is red, and she leans to one side, burying her face in my neck as her hips rock up and down in my new rhythmic obsession.

Saylor licks a trail from my neck up to my ear and back again, creating a trill of goosebumps down my spine. I grab her face.

“I want to look in your eyes when I come deep inside you,” I snarl.

Her lashes flutter open, and the sight of her ocean eyes is all it takes to bring me to the edge and tip over. I skirt my hands down her sides to hold her hips still as my hot load seeps into her womb. She circles her hips, trying to get me deeper as my cock throbs against her soft walls.

The orgasm is so powerful it’s almost painful as I come down from it, kissing her with eyes open, holding her chin with two fingers.

“Good girl,” I chide. “I like it when you listen to me.”

She circles her hips one more time slowly and stirs.

“I like it when you don’t too.”

Our teeth click as our kiss turns to big smiles.

“I do both equally as well,” she says, biting my lower lip, then letting it pop back into place.

She licks my lips, tracing them with the tip of her tongue.

“If you can stay hard, I’m going to come again.”

She slides up and down, my come dripping down my balls.

I grin again, raising one brow. “I’ll be hard for twenty-four hours if it means you’re coming on my dick,” I reply, fucking her slowly as she kisses me while rubbing her clit against me.

Her hands rest sweetly on my cheeks, and it’s intimate and personal and everything I never thought I’d have in my life. Someone so important that the world as I currently knew it ceases to exist. It’s just about her and her happiness.

Saylor moves her hands to my shoulders, and her chest reddens as she moves closer to her orgasm, and I get to watch in awe as she takes exactly what she needs from me.

Letting her guide the pace is hard when all I want to do is slam into her like a barbarian. I held myself back for too long in those early weeks on the enemy base in Madagascar. Now that she’s mine, there are so many things I want to do to her.

Saylor whispers, head hanging, “I’m coming again.”

I don’t dare move. She rides me, tilting her head back to the ceiling while hot whimpers gasp from her throat. Her pussy grips me, edging me closer to another fucking orgasm. When she slides herself down to sit and kisses me passionately, I’m renewed.

My heart catches and trips when she opens her eyes. “I love you,” I say.

“I know,” she replies, smiling against my mouth. “That was a bold exclamation for you.”

In mock outrage, I press my lips together.

“I suppose I deserve the suspense, but I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure my dick just made you come twice. You must at least love that. ”

She sighs, and it’s adorable and hot. Only she can accomplish that feat.

“I do love that,” she whines, reaching between us to feel the base of my wet shaft. “And I do love you,” she amends. “More than I thought was humanly possible.”

My heart rate ratchets up, and I touch her face like she may disappear. I’ve memorized the way her face looks in every different scenario. When she’s mad or sad, happy, or disgusted. But the way she looks right now is my favorite. Doubt creeps in.

“You think we can do this? Make this work back home?”

“One thousand percent,” she whispers. “No question. That’s how sure I am of you.” Saylor shakes her head, her nose brushing mine as she goes. “We’ll figure out the logistics. I’ll move to where you live if I have to. You want to make this work as much as me, right?”

I find myself smiling like a damn lunatic.

“I do. I will, unfortunately, do whatever it takes.”

“Why unfortunately?” Saylor asks, cocking her head to the side, hair falling into her face.

Brushing the hair away with one hand, unhurried, I hold her gaze.

“Because now I have this to lose, and it’s terrifying to be willing to do whatever it takes to keep you.”

I’d kill for her. Lie for her. Die for her. Send myself to hell if she asked me to disappear. Find a way to return to her if she wanted me back.

“You’re looking at it wrong. Fortunately, we found each other and will do whatever it takes to be together.”

I swallow down the fear because every time she talks, my dick moves inside her.

“Agreed. Even if your positivity is alarming my sensibilities in all ways.” I stand up, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist. “Saylor.”

Her name is a drug. She’s all I think about. It’s baffling and scary.

“You say my name like you like it. You made fun of it, remember?”

I let her slide off my dick and down my body so she can stand behind a chair. I turn her around, guiding her hair over one shoulder to get it out of my way.

“I made fun of a lot of things before I knew you, and now you’re the only weakness I’ll admit to, but don’t flatter yourself too much,” I whisper, the last part, giving her words back. “It’s only the biggest deal there ever was for me.”

Saylor presses her lips together to contain a laugh, looking over her shoulder.

Letting my hands run over her shoulder blades and down to the small of her back, I push her forward with my other palm, so she’s bent over the chair.

She spreads her legs, and I slide into her slippery cunt.

Sighing, I tip my head back and let myself feel it all .

I’m so far under, I don’t know how to exist here. How do I keep myself from drowning?