Page 85 of Guarding the Singer

It felt good, almost too good.

His fingers pulled out again and when they slid back in, she felt an added stretch inside of her and pushed back against him.

She saw him squeeze his eyes shut in the mirror reflection.

"Will, please."

He drew in a breath, and she watched him let it out. Then he opened his eyes and met her gaze. He looked shaken and she felt her skin grow hotter with just a look.

"This is it, Sel. You and me. I don't want this to end when the film is over."

She shook her head. "Me, too. It's going to be crazy with our jobs, but I want this, Will. I want you."

His fingers disappeared only for something thicker to press against her.

Into her.

Oh.

Her breath caught in her throat as he stretched her open and then he slipped in.

He groaned and a muscle in his neck tensed as he pushed forward.

She watched him, memorizing every minute motion, the tension she saw and the way she felt.

When he was fully seated inside of her, his eyes opened, and they were suddenly fixed on hers.

"Will-"

He moved, pulling very nearly free before he sank back in.

She groaned, her hands fisting as she leaned into the table. "I'm not going to last."

He shook his head, picking up speed. "Me either."

She managed a lopsided grin and pushed back against him, meeting him nearly thrust for thrust.

She'd never felt like this. Never felt this on top of the world and completely grounded as well.

He put his hand on her back, putting enough weight on her that her front pressed down against the table. The cool surface of the table touched her skin, and she hissed in a breath as her nipples tightened to hardened points.

With the new angle of penetration, she felt him deeper and if it was even possible, harder.

"This," his jaw was tight, his words grinding through his teeth, "I'll never get enough of this, Sel. Enough of you."

"Yes," she felt her whole body start to shiver and shake, "never enough."

A smile touched his lips as he sank home one more time.

It set her off, feeling him throb inside of her, his fingers biting into her hips.

On the tips of her toes she came apart, held between the hard table and his hard body.

She couldn't move of her own volition. She was just there, held up by him, filled by him.

Selene felt his lips brush against the back of her neck and then an open-mouthed kiss along her neck.

"I love you, Selene. I love you."

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