Page 71 of Catching Feelings

“Miles.” Rowan’s eyes are closed, her mouth open with lust.

I kiss her slowly. Softly. Sipping at her lips as I inch my cock in a little more.

“You okay?” When she nods, I push in a little more. At her gasp, I pull out. Her eyes open and her heels dig into my ass. I slide back in again, watching her face relax.

A new kind of glow shines on her skin and I push myself all the way inside her.

“Fuck.” I rest my forehead against hers and take a moment to catch my breath. “You take my cock so well, Rowan. I’m going to fuck you now. You okay?”

“Please.” She hooks her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. I love when she initiates intimacy.

There’s no fucking way I can hold back now. I pump my hips slowly at first, but when her body melts into mine and her face flushes with pleasure, I pick up the pace, pounding my cock into her pussy.

“Oh, God. Yes, Miles. Oh.” She tips her head back and I bury my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and marking her with my lips.

She’ll have a hickey there to match the light bruising of love bites I left around her tits. I want her body covered with my markings, with my cum. And I want my body decorated with the bites of her mouth, the shape of her fingernails, the bruising from her heels.

Hell, how have I lived so long without Rowan in my bed? With my cock buried in her pussy? Her groans, her calling out to me, to God, has me pumping my hips faster, harder. The bed rocks with our lovemaking.

The walls of her pussy squeeze my cock and she tips her head back as her body shudders with another orgasm. My balls tighten and my cock lengthens as I release my cum inside her. Well, inside the damn condom. I want to feel every detail of her pussy, but for now, this is good. This is perfect. This is everything.

I flex my quads as I pump the final drops of my release, the bed squeaking and rocking across the hardwood floor. I shout her name through my orgasm, and when she’s milked me dry, I collapse on top of her.

“Fuck, Rowan.” I bury my face in her hair and wait for my lungs to fill with air. “I have no words.”

“Coming from you,” she says through pants, “that says a lot.”

My body shakes with laughter and I kiss her cheek before pushing myself off her and out of bed. I take care of the condom, then crawl under the covers with her, pulling her body over my chest.

“Did I hurt you?”

“A little.”

I stiffen and she kisses my chest and pats my stomach. “I lost consciousness with each orgasm, but you brought me back to life at the end.”

“I’m always good for a little mouth to mouth.” I kiss the top of her head and lift her leg so it’s draped over my hip. “Go to sleep, Doc. I’ll be here if you need me to bring you back to life again.”

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