Page 84 of Secret Love

“Oh,” she moans. “Yes, please. You feel unreal. Go as hard as you want, Henley. I want it all.”

“Oh, tiny dancer. I have so much to give you,” I tell her.

“Yes! You’re so big and I love how you know exactly what to do with it,” she cries.

I laugh into her skin. I wasn’t referring to my size, more the way I want to inhale her and give her everything I’ve got, but I’m glad she thinks I know exactly what to do with my dick.

It's such a powerful feeling, the way she responds to me. Our hands trip over each other, desperate to touch everywhere. She opens her legs wider, arching up into me and meeting my thrusts so I’m even deeper inside of her. I love her sounds. I love the way her tits bounce with how hard we’re fucking. Her dark hair against her pale pillowcases looks like waves of ocean water in the night. My siren, calling out her siren song. The sounds of our skin slapping together, the creaking of her bed, it’s building the urgency in both of us to a frenzy.

“Faster,” she cries. “Ahh, you feel so good.”

Her nails dig into my skin, and I move my hands to her ass so I can grip her tighter as we move faster. She grips mine too.Our skin is slippery, fevered, and when her walls start clamping around my dick, I go off with a raspy yell.

“Henley, Henley, Henley,” she chants.

We're a fucking tidal wave that just goes on and on and on, higher and higher, until it feels like we’ve reached the depths of heaven and earth together. I lean back, my hands on her face. I push her hair back, and she blinks up at me, her eyes sleepy and sated and sparkling. Even in the dark room, I can tell they’re sparkling.

I kiss her and it feels like our sex. Powerful, deep.

“We're incredible together,” I tell her.

“We are,” she says. “Is it always like that for you?”

“No, not even close. This feels like brand-new territory. And I want you to know I'm here for it.”

“I am too,” she whispers.

I lean my forehead against hers and eventually, I carefully pull out of her. We both wince at the loss.

“I’m sorry.” I kiss her nose.

“I wish you could stay in there forever,” she says.

I grin and kiss her again. “Me too, trust me.”

I take care of the condom and get back in bed, and when she comes back from the bathroom, she crawls next to me and puts her head on my chest.

“I don't know if I can keep this a secret,” I tell her.

“I know, but it won't be long, right? We can do this.”

“I feel like I'll be obvious the minute anyone sees my face when I'm around you,” I admit.

“Let's just give Cassidy more time to get used to the idea and keep having nights like this.” She giggles against my skin. “I don't think I can get enough of you, Henley Ward.”

“Well good, because I can’t get enough of you either.”

We fall asleep, and when I wake up the next morning, spooning her and hard as a rock between her crack, she looks over her shoulder at me.

“Morning,” she says.

“Good morning. Did I wake you?”

“I’m not sure if it was this...” She tilts her ass back, encasing me even more, and I groan. “Or if it's all the light coming in.” She smiles. “Either way. I like waking up with you here.”

“Mm-hmm,” I grumble sleepily. “You're so sweet. You smell so good.”

“Well, don't get near my breath,” she says, turning her head back to face the other way.

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