Page 8 of Keeping London (Flawed Heart)

London begins to place gentle kisses against my chest. The conflict in my mind halts, and I immediately focus on her soft lips. The pressure they apply is minimal, yet their impact is deafening, initiating an intense need to build in the space of a heartbeat. Perhaps talking out my issues would be healthier, but this right here is definitely more enjoyable. London gets me.

I lie still in the darkness and concentrate only on the way her mouth moves against my skin. She lifts her leg over my torso until she’s straddling me, and I let out a deep groan as her lips move south. Her soft kisses leave me for a beat as she glides my boxers down my thighs. She finds me ready and waiting for her, like I always am.

I sigh heavily into the air as the warmth of her mouth finds me. My hands automatically go to her silky hair as she moves up and down.

I can’t think of anything but the insane feeling coursing through my body. There is one thought and one thought alone present now, and that’s the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. I groan, and my fingers grasp tightly against the hair at her scalp as her pace increases. The back of London’s throat vibrates as she moans loudly against my sensitive skin within her mouth, and I hastily tug her off of me before I lose it.

There’s nothing much better in this life than losing all control when London’s mouth is on me, except releasing together when I’m deep inside her. Right now, I need that. Her. Us. Together.

I make quick work of removing her tiny tank top and panties, and I hurriedly kick my boxers to the floor. London positions herself on her hands and knees, and I can barely contain myself. I love all sex with London, but taking her from behind is exceptionally spectacular. I’ve learned that, when she’s in this position, she wants it hard, fast, and rough. That’s just the way I need it tonight.

I grab her hips, position myself at her opening, and enter her with one firm thrust. She drops her head with a long moan of pleasure. I start my relentless assault as I feverishly pound into her, as if I can’t get enough, and I can’t. With London, it will never be enough. I gently rub her beautiful round ass before I slap it hard while impaling her deep, causing her knees to lift off the bed.

“Oh God…yes!” she screams.

I rub the place where my palm just hit before I slap her other cheek in succession with a forceful thrust.

London cries out, “Ah! Harder, babe.” Her voice is breathy and needy.

My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her against me with each drive. Sweat begins to saturate my sensitive skin as I pound into her with all the strength I have. She screams each time I enter her, hitting her deep inside.

Every few thrusts, I release one of my hands to slap her ass. Her moans sound almost pained, but I know she’s feeling the opposite. I can tell she’s getting close as her body begins to quiver beneath my grasp.

“Oh God, Loïc…yes!” she cries into the lust-filled air.

Bending so that my front is against her back, I circle her waist with one arm and continue to pull her body into mine. I wrap my free hand around her front and place it between her legs. Using my fingers, I rub against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

She throws her head back, and my mouth covers hers, my tongue mimicking the movements of our bodies below. Her body starts to shake uncontrollably, and I catch her cries of ecstasy in my mouth. I pound fast, chasing my own release, as her body continues to quiver beneath mine. She’s still moaning when I quake powerfully, and with one last push, I expel everything I have inside her.

I roll off of her and fall to the bed. She sways to the side and falls on her back beside me. The two of us take in air heavily as we work to catch our breaths. My hand that rests between us finds hers, and our fingers entwine together.

“That was amazing,” she says with a sigh.

“It was,” I agree.

“I never knew sex could be like this.”

“Me neither.”

She releases her grasp on my hand and rolls to her side, propping her head up with one arm to look at me. “Are you just saying that?” she asks with a skeptical air in her voice.

“No.” I chuckle. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, London. It’s different with you.”

“So, mind-blowing sex for the both of us…we can put that on our firsts list.”

“That, we can,” I agree.

“Why do you think it’s different with me?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe because our bodies fit so well together? Or maybe because I love you. That has to make a difference, right? I’ve only ever fucked others. But, with you, even when we fuck…it’s more than that. You know?”

“What you mean to say is that we make love.”

I groan playfully. “That sounds lame. Can we just call it fucking with emotions or more than fucking?”

London laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I am.” I pull her face toward mine for a quick kiss.

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