Page 44 of Love Takes Home

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Yes. I have no doubts that making love to you will be life changing. Because it already has been.”

Holding eye contact, Ginny reaches between us and grips my cock in her soft hand, pumping it a couple of times before lining it up with her entrance and lifting her hips. Like I’m possessed, that bold move and the heat radiating out of her core pull me into her like a gravitational pull.

“Oh, God, Ginny. You feel so good.”

I start with small thrusts until all of me is inside of her, lifting her legs and opening her up to slip that last bit in. I feel her walls rippling around my cock. I’ve never felt anything like this. And then I realize why.

“Fuck. Gin. Condom. I need to get a condom.”

“I’m clean. Tested the week we came back from the cabin. And can’t get pregnant. I trust you.”

Those three words mean more to me than I could ever properly convey, but I kiss her with all my feelings while my hips start to move. She feels too good, too perfect. She wraps her arms around my back and pulls me to her, my hands framing her face.

“So good,” I growl, trying to keep myself under control. “Want you to come for me.”

I kiss her again, my tongue mimicking my dick, both thrusting in unison.

And then I feel it. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and her breath hitches. She pulls back from the kiss, burying her head into the crook of my neck, biting down as her second orgasm overtakes her. Her pussy is milking me, and the tingle starts in my spine. I know my time is soon, and I give over to the feeling. My thrusts become sloppy, but I manage to change my position just enough to give her more pleasure.

“Harrison!” she shouts, and I feel her release again, soaking me.

It’s all over then, and I pump my own release inside her. Only when every drop has been given, do I fall to the side, pulling her with me, my mouth consuming hers.

We break apart when it’s either pass out or take a breath, and not a second before. “What was that?” she asks me, her eyes wide open.

“Other than the best fucking feeling I’ve ever had in my life?”

She smiles, but it’s a shy one. “No. What did you do to me right before you, you know.”

“You mean when you squirted?”

“Oh, God. Is that what happened?”

“Has that never happened to you before?”

She’s shaking her head before I even finish the question.

“Welcome to a whole new world, Beautiful.” I smile. “We need to move. Time to clean up. We have plans.”

“Plans?” she pouts, trying to keep hold of me.

“I’m taking you on a date.”

“Can we have five more minutes of this first?”

There is no way in hell I could ever turn down that look. She’s asking for what she wants, and it’s my fucking job to give it to her.

“Five minutes,” I agree, pulling her into my arms.

She softly kisses me before resting her head on my shoulder and running her fingers lightly over my chest.

“Tell me about your tattoos?” she quietly asks.

“What do you want to know?”

“Did you select them for personal reasons or just like the art?”

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