Page 101 of Picture Perfect

As I slide into her, there's resistance, a fleeting tension that gives way to warmth and intimacy unlike anything I've known. Every sense is heightened, every touch amplified. She's tight, unyielding at first, but then she relaxes, and the sensation—God, it's overwhelming. It's like every nerve ending comes alive, singing in chorus.

Addy gasps underneath me; there's a slight wince before she surrenders completely, taking my full length inside her.

"Addy," I gasp, the word both a question and a declaration as I move within her, seeking rhythm amidst the rush of emotions. I'm filled with a desperate urge to connect, to be gentle, yet to also claim the passion that's spilled between us since the day we met.

"Chess," she moans, and my name on her lips stokes a fire deep in my core.

It's us, here and now, and nothing else matters. Her hands clutch at my back, nails pressing into my skin, and I welcome the sharpness of it. Each movement brings us closer, each breath shared binds us tighter.

"Are you okay?" I manage to say, though speaking feels like an impossible task when every fiber of my being is focused on the feeling of being joined with her this completely.

"More than okay," she assures me, her voice laced with a strength that's always been hers, even in surrender.

We move together, lost in a dance as old as time, finding pleasure in the purest form of connection. And I know, whatever happens after this, we'll always have the memory of her choosing me, choosing us, in this untamed moment.

The world shrinks down to the space where our bodies meet. I'm wrapped in her warmth, her presence cocooning me in a sensation so intense that thought becomes impossible. We move together in silence, lips locked in an unending kiss that speaks louder than any words could.

Each pump is met with increased fervor, a wild rhythm building between us as we move together in this dance of intimacy. Her back arches off the bed as shallow thrusts become deep drives against the hilt of ecstasy—the slick friction driving me insane with each glide inside her silk. The room fills with muffled grunts and desperate whispers of pleasure, punctuated by the rhythmic clap of flesh meeting flesh.

"Addy," I whisper between breaths, my voice trembling with emotion. Each caress is a wordless poem, every gasp a testament to the depth of what we're sharing.

"Chess," she whispers back, her hands weaving into my hair, pulling me closer if that's even possible.

Time loses meaning as we find our pace, give and take, push and pull—a symphony of sighs and soft moans filling the room. It's a dance of intimacy that only we know the steps to, a connection that goes beyond physical.

"Oh god... Chess," she whimpers beneath me as carnal electricity sparks through every nerve ending. Her nails rake down my back, branding me with streaks of fiery passion that only fuel my wild intent.

Our movements are frenzied now—two bodies consumed by lust and longing. Our shared moans intermingle with our heavy breathing and the raw sounds of our bodies slapping against each other.

"Just like that... don't stop..." She’s panting between words now, caught in a continuous loop of pleasure. Her body tenses, trembles—and then with one earth-shattering cry that echoes my name, she succumbs to pleasure.

I can't hold back any longer—the sight of her writhing beneath me is too overwhelming, and with a guttural roar, I find my own release, spilling deep within her as my world shatters into a million shards of sheer gratification.

A rush like crashing waves, overwhelming, overtaking, until all that's left is the gentle ebb of satisfaction. I collapse beside her, both of us panting, hearts racing in unison. The afterglow wraps us in its tender embrace, and for a moment, we just breathe.

"Thank you, Addy," I say as reality slowly returns. "For trusting me, for choosing me. For this." My voice is thick with emotion that's too grand to fit into words.

She turns to face me, her green eyes shining with something fierce and vulnerable all at once. "No, Chess. Thank you."

We lie there for a while, not speaking, letting the silence around us fill with the magnitude of what's just happened—basking in the heat and satisfaction radiating off each other's bodies. Eventually, we rise and dress, movements slow, almost reluctant. Words are unnecessary when all that matters is the intimacy shared between us. There's something in the air, something delicate that neither of us wants to disturb.

"Ready for dinner?" I ask, my gaze lingering on her as she smooths out her shirt, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

"Let's do it," she replies, her voice steady but her hand finds mine, squeezing gently. I can't help pressing my lips to hers just one more time before we leave this moment. It's softer than the others, filled with words I'm not ready to voice just yet.

We walk downstairs together, fingers entwined, a silent pact between us. My family sits around the table, their chatter pausing as we enter. Abuela gives us a knowing look, but there's warmth in her eyes that makes me grateful for this place to call home.

"Sit, sit!" she urges, gesturing to the two empty chairs side by side. "Dinner is ready."

"Smells amazing, Abuela," I say, trying to ease back into normalcy, though part of me is still back in my room, wrapped up in Addy.

"Addy, I hope you're hungry," Abuela adds, passing her a plate piled high with food.

"Very," Addy says, offering a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. They hold a new kind of intimacy now, shared secrets and whispered promises.

We eat, conversation flowing around us, but it's like we're in our own little bubble, occasionally catching each other's eye and sharing a private smile. With every glance, every touch, every word, it's clear—tonight changed everything. And yet, as we sit with my family, I realize that some things, like the love that fills these walls, will always stay the same.

Chapter forty-six

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