Page 160 of The Perfect Love

“Come for me.”

“Eugh…”

“Don’t you want to fill me up, show me who you belong to? Watch me fall apart for you while your cock pulses inside me?”

“Chels…” he gasps, his dark eyes hazy with lust. His fingers tighten on my thighs, and I’m so damn close. I move faster, desperate for the friction of his pelvis against my clit each time our bodies connect.

“You want it? Come. Right now.”

“Fuck.” It’s a whimper and a moan as he comes apart for me. He clenches my thighs in his hands and bucks up into me, his pulsing cock filling me completely. But it’s the unfiltered pleasure on his face that sends me over the edge.

Sparks burst inside me, igniting a flame deep within as I take everything he gives me and own my pleasure, reveling in it. Shame washes away, and there’s a light in my chest shining through like rays of sunlight. I’m empowered and… free.

I ride him through every second of my high, not stopping until my muscles are shaking and I can’t breathe. Then I collapse against him and his warm arms wrap around me.

That was everything I needed, and with it, one of the still broken pieces of me healed.

Shifting slightly, so we’re lying side by side, I reach over and pull the condom off him, chucking it toward the trash can.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, holding me close. “I’ve never had sex like that before. I’ve never been so lost in the experience before. I swear I saw God.”

I bite back a laugh and nip at his ear. “So it was good for you?”

“Fucking amazing. I’ve never come that hard in my life. It’s going to take me a week to get it up again.”

“Is that a challenge?” I tease, running my hand over his stomach, just above his pelvis.

“Okay, maybe a day.”

I graze my fingers up his chest, swirling them around his nipples as I suck on his neck.

He takes a sharp breath. “Okay, like an hour.”

Satisfied, I lift my lips off his neck and smile wickedly.

A matching smile curves on his lips. “Why do I feel like I just opened Pandora’s box?”

“Is that the new nickname for—”

He stops my words with a kiss. “That was amazing.” Another kiss. “And I’ll take more whenever you want to give it to me.” One more kiss. “There will never be any pressure or expectation.”

Pulling back, I meet his eyes. “The same goes for you, by the way. I want any sexual experiences to be fulfilling for both of us.”

“Is this when I say Ifilled—”

Now it’s me stealing the rest of his words with a kiss.

When I’ve kissed all the terrible dirty jokes away, I curl my body around his and rest my arm over his waist.

“Serious question… have you ever done that before? Not being tied up necessarily, but not being in control. Because it seemed like it worked for you.”

“Honestly? I’m usually the bossy, more dominant one in bed. I never considered doing anything else because I enjoyed that, but what we just did?” He whistles. “It was more than me just enjoying myself. It got me out of my head. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I tend to be overprotective sometimes and take my version of caretaking to new levels, to the point I forget about myself.”

I feign shock. “You? Never.”

“Letting go was a whole new high for me.”

“Just like taking control at that level was for me.”

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