Page 142 of Gathered Sparkle

I run my fingers through her folds, spreading my cum mixed with her wetness. She gasps while I press a kiss to the curve of her ass, then slip a finger inside her, the tight heat clenching around me. A moan breaks from her throat, muffled by the pillow, and I add another finger, moving in and out with a slow, languid rhythm.

“Will you let me try again?” My thumb finds her clit, circling it with gentle pressure. “Maybe I’ll last longer the second time around.”

Her moans grow louder. “Yes, please. Fuck me, Ace.”

I pull out my fingers, and she gasps at the loss when I shift behind her, positioning myself so I’m kneeling between her legs. Leaning down and over her, I press my forehead to her shoulder for a moment, trying to ground myself.

I can’t come too early twice in one night.

But the sound she makes, a soft, desperate moan, nearly breaks me. Her hips tilt back, inviting me in, and she’s trembling beneath me. I press myself against her, letting my cock drag up and down her slit, teasing her clit with every slow glide.

Her body arches, a whimper escaping her lips. “Please…” she gasps, “… please, Ace. I need you.”

My eyes squeeze shut at the sound of her begging when I lower myself over her, my chest pressing against her back, my hands sliding beneath her to cup her breasts. Her breath hitches, her nipples hardening against my palms. It surprises me how okay this is, how natural it feels to hold her like this.

Her hands are still tucked beneath her, making sure I’m the one doing the touching, that there’s no sudden shift I can’t handle. It helps. God, it helps.

I press my lips to her neck, tasting her skin as I knead her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples. She moans, the sound vibrating through us, and I press my hips against her, sliding my cock through her slit again.

“You’re my whole fucking life, Nova.”

“Please.”

Shifting back, I line myself up, pressing the tip of my cock against her entrance, where I pause, my hands tightening on her breasts as I take a shaky breath. Then, slowly, I push inside her, and it feels like the first time again.

She’s perfect, tight, and hot, and a groan tears from my throat. She moans beneath me, her body arching as I sink deeper, inch by inch until I’m fully seated inside her.

“Fuck,” I groan, my forehead resting against her shoulder. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”

She moans again, her hips pressing back against me. “Ace…”

The sound of her saying my name sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I start to move, pulling out slowly before sliding back in. Surprisingly, this is easier. Having the control, me fucking her, not her riding me, makes it easier not to come too quickly again.

I want to make this good for her.

My hand slides between her and the bed, finding her clit. I circle it slowly, matching the rhythm of my hips, and her moans turn into pleading cries. My other hand stays on her breast, my thumb brushing her nipple.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper in her ear. “Your pussy’s perfect. God, Nova, you’re everything.”

She gasps, her body trembling, and I know she’s getting closer. Her moans grow louder, her hips grinding against my hand and cock, and I lose myself in the sound of her, in the way she’s falling apart beneath me.

With a final flick of my fingers over her clit, she cries out, her body locking up as she comes. Her walls squeeze me like a fist, and the sensation rips through me, my own release slamming into me with the force of a freight train. I bury myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I spill into her for a second time, a broken moan tearing from my lips.

With a shuddering breath, I finally ease down, careful not to crush her beneath me while staying inside her, unwilling to lose the connection.

I need to stay close, closer than skin, closer than breath.

Her body is still trembling as she melts into the mattress, and I slowly shift to lie beside her and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. She lets out a contented sigh, her fingers brushing lazily over mine as I hold her.

Our bodies fit together like they were made to.

My lips find her shoulder, pressing gentle, lingering kisses to the jagged scar. I kiss it over and over again as if I can rewrite every painful memory it holds with nothing but love.

She hums softly, half asleep already, and I feel her heartbeat syncing with mine. Each kiss grows softer until my lips barely brush her skin.

The fear that’s haunted me for so long fades with every steady breath she takes in my arms.

Her touch shattered something in me tonight, something I thought I’d never let go of. And instead of falling apart, I fell into her.

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