Page 60 of Closer Than You Think

I stand and she collapses back against the couch, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Slowly, I strip away the rest of my clothing, my cock hard and throbbing. Hallie's eyes widen, but she doesn't look away. Her frank appraisal only fuels my desire for her further. I want to spend the rest of my life basking in the warmth of her gaze, drowning in the depths of her eyes.

“I want you,” I growl, my voice a raspy growl. “Do you want me, Hallie?”

Her answer is a breathless nod, her eyes never leaving our entwined hands. I can't wait any longer. I need her, need to claim her, to prove that she's safe and she’s mine.

Careful of her wrist, I position myself on top of her and slide the tip of my cock into her entrance. I groan as I thrust all the way in, bottoming out against her.

“God, you feel so good. This perfect, tight pussy is all mine.”

I start to move, pumping in and out of her with vigor. I can’t be rough like I want, but Hallie’s safety and comfort come first. And I realize that fucking slow like this can be just as intense, in a different way.

Hallie's nails dig into my back as her breathing becomes ragged. She's close again, and I can't hold back any longer. I pick up the pace, driving into her with all the pent-up desire and craving I've been feeling for her since I found her in the woods.

“Si,” she moans, her eyes sliding shut as she arches her back, her perfect tits pressed against my chest.

I'm lost in the sensation of her, her warmth, her wetness, her scent. My hands grip her hips as I pound into her, thrusting deeper and deeper, desperate to mark her as mine.

“Hallie,” I growl, my self-control fraying by the second. “Look at me, baby. I want to see your beautiful eyes when you come again.”

Her doe eyes meet mine and the intensity of her gaze is enough to send me over the edge. “Yes, Si. Yes,” she moans, her hips bucking against mine as she flies over the edge.

It's all the encouragement I need. I pick up the pace, thrusting deep and hard, until I can't take it any more.

“I'm going to come,” I growl, my voice guttural, and she tightens around me.

“Yes, Si, yes,” she pants, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I call out her name as I spill myself inside her, her tight cunt milking my cock, taking every last drop of cum from me as she rides out her orgasm too.

I hold myself there for a minute, not wanting to pull out of the place I belong. But all too soon, I do, sliding back and pulling her to me to rest against my chest.

As our breathing subsides, I can't help but marvel at the intensity of our connection. She's somehow become my light in this dark world, the one person who can still my raging heart. I can't even begin to understand how or why, but I don't care. All I know is that I'll do anything to protect her.

“You’re going to stay, right, angel?”

“What do you mean?” Her voice is raspy with sleep.

“Here, with me. I want you to stay.”

She nuzzles against me, and that simple action heals something inside my soul. “Until my wrist heals, you mean?”

I laugh. “No, angel. I mean forever.”

She lifts her head, surely about to question me. But at one look at my face, she should see I’m not playing around. I lean down and kiss her nose. She giggles, a sleepy sound that I want to hear every night for the rest of my life.

“So?”

She looks deep into my eyes then, and I feel it again.Home.

“Forever sounds perfect to me.”