Page 93 of Chasing Sparks

Only mine.

Ori moans softly, her back arching beneath my leisurely exploration, her body yielding to my touch.

I stand at the edge of the bed, hooking my fingers into her bikini bottom and dragging it down her legs, revealing the delicate curves I crave. Grasping one shapely leg, I press a soft kiss to her instep, letting my lips linger.

Higher and higher, I climb, my mouth depositing soft kisses along the smooth curve of her thigh, my breath warm against her skin.

Our eyes lock, and I see the hunger radiating in her gaze—a reflection of the need burning through me. But I won’t rush.

Not this time.

This time, she needs to feel everything I can’t say.

My cock aches with the sharp pang of restraint, every nerve in my body screaming for release, but I can wait. Ori reaches forward and wraps her fingers around my length. The sensation almost undoes me, but I catch her hand and gently press her back to the mattress, asserting my control.

Leaning forward, I spread her thighs wide, my mouth descending as I drag my tongue along her pussy in a long, deliberate lick.

She tastes like heaven. Every time, it’s better than the last—like honeyed perfection meant only for me.

My hands slide under her ass, lifting her closer as I devour her. Her sweet moans fill the room, blending with the faint crash of waves outside. Her fingers tangle into my hair, holding me tight, and I swear she’s the most addictive thing I’ve ever known.

She’s everything.

She’s fucking everything.

Ori whimpers, her thighs trembling as she chases her release. Her nails scrape down my shoulders, her body arching closer to mine, but I keep her teetering on the edge. Every time she gets close, I shift just slightly, slowing the rhythm and drawing it out.

She deserves every ounce of pleasure I can bring her.

“Please,” she begs, her voice a whispery velvet, beckoning me closer. “I need you.”

And I believe her. I trust in that need—that quiet desperation. But there’s something more as my gaze locks onto hers, so vulnerable and full of trust.

Huffing out a breath, I glance toward the nightstand and the box of condoms. It’s within reach. My safety net—our safety net. But when I look back at Ori, everything changes.

Her trembling fingers trace the planes of my face, her touch tentative yet sure, as if she’s memorizing me. Her body quivers beneath me, completely open, completely mine.

“I need you,” she whispers again, her voice a soft, desperate plea.

God knows I need her, too.

I know the risks. I know what this means. But in this moment, it feels like more than just skin against skin—it feels like giving her a part of myself I’ve never given anyone.

She loves me, even though I can’t say the words back. Maybe this is how I show her I’m trying, that I’m hers in ways I can’t articulate.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I toss the condom aside, letting it hit the floor. My mouth crashes to hers, a kiss full of everything I can’t yet say. My entire body trembles as I let go of my last reservation.

“You’re so beautiful, Ori,” I murmur against her lips. “How did I ever get this lucky?”

I pull her slight frame closer, sliding into her warmth, burying myself to the hilt. A low moan rumbles from my chest as I feel every inch of her connecting to every inch of me.

Her body welcomes me, wrapping around me as I pause, overwhelmed by a bevy of emotions.

I damn near lose it right then, as her tight pussy clenches around me.

But there’s no way I’m caving—not yet.

I move slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, building a torturous, sensual rhythm.

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