Page 86 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“I’ve got you.” When Swan’s cock nudges against my pussy a couple of times, I widen my legs.

“Okay?” He checks in.

I nod. “Please, my Swan…”

“I knew that you’d beg me.”

He growls, low and desperate.

Then he rocks forward, unsure at first. He watches my face, carefully.

I gasp with pleasure.

I’ve never felt so connected to someone. It’s intimate in an entirely different way. I’m full and stretched; it’s new and overwhelming.

But in the best fucking way.

I scratch at Swan’s shoulders.

I need more of this.

More of Swan.

Forever to be close to him like this.

Swan’s pupils are as wide with awe as mine are.

“JuJu,” he whispers, “we’re…”

And I know what he means.

My throat is tight.

I don’t know how to put this ballooning, euphoric feeling ofrightnessinto words. So instead, I desperately kiss Swan, as he begins to rock faster and faster.

It’s more than perfect.

It’s everything that I dreamed this would be.

The sensation builds, as Swan snaps his hips with the strength and rhythm of a dancer.

And this is a dance, sinuous and fluid.

I lose myself in it as I do every time that I’m caught in Swan’s arms.

I could lose myself for the rest of my life in these sensations. Except, I unexpectedly tumble over that cliff in an intense burst of extreme pleasure, pulling Swan after me.

We both come together but we don’t stop kissing.

We kiss through the aftershocks as well, clinging to each other.

Finally, panting hard, we pull apart.

Swan’s hair tumbles over my face. “That was amazing. Was it…? Are you okay? Did I…?”

I stroke his hair. I’m not used to this vulnerable side to Swan. I’d have expected him to be boasting about his sexual prowess by now.

“It was mind-blowing.” I smile, still dazed.

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