Page 78 of Thornhill Road

His gaze locked with mine, he pulled out of me slowly then thrust in deep and hard. He did this only twice before my first orgasm tore threw me. My back arched away from the bed, my grip at his shoulders tightened, and he stayed buried inside of me as I constricted around his length.

When I began to relax, he started up again—slow and hard.

He was making love to me.

No. More than that.

He was making love to me, in his bed—on the landing pad.

That’s when I hit the bottom.

“Mustang,” I whispered, reaching up to sink my fingers into his hair.

“You got me, baby,” he spoke softly in response. “I’m right here.”

He cupped one of my breasts on a return thrust and gave me a squeeze in reiteration.

I wanted this heaven to last forever.

For a while, it did—his patient rhythm carefully stoking the passion within me.

As my second orgasm grew, I held on as long as I could. I didn’t want to it to end.

I moaned in my desperation.

“Let go, baby,” Mustang instructed, propping his forehead against mine.

“Not yet,” I panted.

His thrusts were coming harder now, making it nearly impossible to hold on.

“Now, Tess.”

Another moan spilled from my lips, but I wrapped my limbs around him tightly as I held on with everything I had.

“Sugar, I’m there, baby—let go,” he demanded.

I surrendered, my pleasure like a wildfire that caught at my center, spreading to the top of my head and the tip of my toes.

As my sex clamped down around his, Mustang lost his rhythm, groaning deeply as he lost himself to his own climax, spilling his seed inside of me.

When we were both still, I tilted my head until my lips grazed his and breathed, “I love you, Mustang.”

He didn’t flinch.

He pulled away enough to look me in the eyes and stared at me for a moment.

Then he crushed his lips against mine, kissing me deep and wet.

He didn’t stop until he was hard again.

He hadn’t said the words, but when he made love to me a second time, I knew we were on the same page.

I’d met my match, and I was never letting go.

I was pulled fromsleep the following morning when my phone rang. I rolled toward the nightstand and reached for my mobile blindly, bracing myself as I squinted at the screen. When I saw it was Andy calling, I smiled as I answered.

“Hi, big bro.”

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