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I’ll bind her once again.

And though I’m loving this experience, my cock aches to get her back in cuffs.

I slide from her breasts to her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel as I grip her hips. Then I flip her over like a pancake and slide my tongue between the cheeks of her ass.

“Mmm,” I groan. “Mine. This ass is mine.”

I slide downward, kissing the backs of her thighs and making her shiver. I kiss and caress all the way down her legs to her feet, and then I kiss each of her toes and slide my tongue between them. Her feet are so beautiful. Every part of her is magnificent.

I turn her over once more, this time a little more gently, and then I spread her legs.

“So beautiful. Your pussy is wet for me.”

“God, yes.”

Fuck. I’m done waiting.

“I wanted to go slowly. To make real love, but I need you, Skye.” I climb forward and thrust my cock into her. “I need you now.”

She closes her eyes. I don’t order them open, but she opens them anyway and meets my gaze.

To my own surprise, I let my eyelids flutter closed and revel in the sweet suction of her cunt. The pleasure of her body and the intimacy of the moment ignites a fire deep within me. Her breathy sighs fuel my desires.

I open my eyes. Hers are full of need and passion. Full of love.

And I hope, as I gaze into them, she sees the same in my own.

For I feel all of that. Lust. Need. Passion. Love. So damned much love.

I descend slowly toward her until our lips touch. Then our tongues, and then the soft moans from each of our throats—mine an octave lower than hers. It’s music, a discordant melody borne of our passion.

It hits me like a bolt of lightning.

My sexual experience notwithstanding, Skye is the first woman I’ve ever made love with.

Truly made love with.

And not just this time.

This may be different, but the other times with her were no less making love.

Making love isn’t about the act or how you do it. It’s about the love you feel in your heart and in your soul for your partner.

I increase the tempo of my thrusts. “Skye,” I say, “I’m going to come. Come with me. Please.”

As always, at my urging, her body responds with a shattering climax. She squeezes me, milks me, takes me to the fuckingstars.

Never does she take her gaze from mine. She wraps her arms around me, brings my head down to hers, and kisses me as we orgasm together. She threads her fingers through my hair, slides her hands down over my shoulders and then down my back to my ass, grabbing it and pushing me farther into her.

For a moment, as my climax sends me soaring, I don’t know where I end and she begins. I am her and she is me and the whole world is us.

And I know I’m truly home.

When our orgasms finally subside, I withdraw and roll onto my back, one arm over my forehead.

Elation fills me. Elation mixed with love mixed with peace. I haven’t figured everything out yet, and neither has she.

But we will.

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