Page 89 of Love Deep

My entire body is buzzing. It’s half pleasure, half pain. Juniper beneath me is all curves and softness. Her skin feels like silk, and sliding inside her, pure heaven.

I’ve never had a woman own me physically in the way Juniper does. It’s like every sense is multiplied by a hundred. Every move a thousand times more pleasurable because she’s under me.

But it’s too good. I don’t think I can take any more.

Like she senses it, she shifts and nudges me over, so I’m on my back. She straddles me.

I think this is worse. Underneath her long hair, her breasts sway as she moves, her body is lit up by the moonlight. I squeeze my eyes shut in the hopes that I can keep a grip on what I’m feeling, but it’s hopeless. It’s as if an invisible thread is being wound around us and each second we’re bonded closer and closer.

She grips my cock around the base and whimpers as it finds her entrance.

“Juniper,” I choke out, my eyes flashing open because I can’tnotwatch her sink onto my cock.

She sighs as she lowers herself, and I think I might explode right here and now, filling her up, making her mine.

But she already is mine. She’s said as much. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve both known what we have is time limited, but we’ve formed a connection that feels years… decades deep. Maybe even lifetimes.

From the moment I met her, I’ve known there’s no guard up, there’s no game face, no façade. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sure of anyone.

She lifts her hands to her head, sweeping back her hair, the tendrils revealing her naked breasts like the lifting of a curtain. Somehow, she secures her hair behind her.

“Fuck,” I spit out. “Thanks for that.”

She smiles, cupping her breasts in her hands, then taking my hands and replacing hers. They’re heavy and firm and her nipples are red, sharp, and greedy, desperate for attention.

I flick them with my thumbs and she moans, sinking lower as she widens her legs.

She starts to shift, small intense movements, my dick deep inside her, like she’s milking me. Her walls tighten as she pulses over and over, and I can see my orgasm in front of me like a sheet of glass and I’m about to drive headlong into it.

I’m not ready.

Not this quickly. Not tonight. Not now.

I grip her waist and still her.

She tilts her head like she’s questioning me.

“It feels too good,” I say. “I don’t want to come. Not yet.”

She groans, twisting her hips.

“Fuck,” I splutter out on a laugh. “You’re incredible.”

“You make me feel incredible,” she says.

I push her up, slowly, gently, trying to take back control of this situation so I don’t come too quickly. She twists and flicks her hips, sliding me deep within her again.

“I want you to come,” she says in a breathy whisper. “I want to know you feel as helpless against the pleasure I can give you. Just the way I feel whenever you touch me.”

“Juniper,” I groan, my arms flopping down beside me in surrender.

She slides her palms over my chest and starts to move in a relentless rhythm, her hips slide and circle, and all I can do is lie there as she rides my cock. Her hair begins to escape a little as she moves, the strands falling, stroking her body. All of a sudden I’m jealous. When I’m gone, they’ll still be able to touch her.

My jaw tightens at the thought.

And then her movements get faster, like she’s trying to get to the end of the race.

“Juniper,” I call out.