Page 65 of Secret Love

I pull back to watch as I slide in and out of her, the sound erotic and intoxicating. When I meet her eyes again, she’s watching me and the emotion on her face is raw and vulnerable. An overwhelming rush of emotion floods through me. I can’t describe it. I just know this is more than fucking.

I flip us so she’s on top. “Ride me, tiny dancer. As fast or as slow as you want. God, you’re beautiful.”

I move her hair back so I can see all of her, and it’s almost too much. I could come just looking at her, but the feel of her hips swiveling over me, the way her insides are squeezing me like a vise…it’s a constant struggle to maintain my composure.

Her breasts bounce with her movements and then she tenses and tightens all around me. Her orgasm takes her by surprise, and her head falls back, her hair spilling onto my thighs. She shudders and I watch her in awe. When she’s relaxed again, her eyes opening with that sated look that I can’t get enough of, I hold her backside and thrust into her faster.

“Henley,” she cries, her body warming up again.

I flip her onto her back again, and going faster and faster, I sink into her as deep as I can go.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Henley, I’m going to?—”

“Me too. Come with me,” I say, my voice ragged. “I want to feel you come with me.”

One hand holds her backside and the other grips her hip as we both give it our all. My eyes are on hers and she doesn’t look away even when she’s so close. Her mouth parts and her entire body trembles as she falls over the edge. I have tunnel vision when my orgasm barrels through me, and every pulse and twitch I make, her insides squeeze back in response, making it feel like it lasts forever.

“What. Was. That?” she asks when I’ve collapsed on the other side of her.

“Best thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Me too.”

I take care of the condom, and she lays her head on my chest when I get back in bed. I trace circles over her back and she sighs, her fingers tickling my chest.

“Henley?”

“Yeah?” I smile down at her when she leans her chin on my chest.

“Was that as intense for you as it was for me?”

“Yes,” I say emphatically. “And just you saying that out loud and looking at me with those eyes and those fucking lips has me ready for more.”

Her eyes light up and she reaches down to feel me. “You’re not lying.”

“You’ll find that I don’t.”

She sighs, and I jolt into her hand when she grips me tight.

“I like you so much,” she says.

I let out a garbled sound when she slides her hand up and down. “I'm so glad, because I really, really like you. It would suck so bad if you didn’t feel the same.” I rub my hand down my face. “God, Tru. That’s too good. Do you see what you do to me?”

“I do,” she whispers, “and I love it so much.”

“Is it too soon? Because I want you more than anything, but I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. I want you and I don’t want to wait another second.” Her mouth is on mine in the next second and it’sheaven.

Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I don’t think we slept for more than an hour and I wouldn’t change a single thing.

After she rides me in the shower, we contemplate whether to get back in bed or to eat breakfast. The only reason breakfast wins is because she has to get to the dance studio soon. I have to pick up the girls for dance today, but their class isn’t until later.

I put on my sweats and Tru throws on my shirt. She looks so good in it, I want to strip it right off of her. Instead, I chase her into the kitchen, nuzzling her neck when I catch her.

“I think I’ll just eat you instead,” I say, burrowing my face into her neck while she cackles. “Oh, did we find another ticklish spot?”

She wiggles around, making me hard as a rock, and when she turns in my arms, she points at me, looking cute as hell in her glasses.

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