Page 89 of Love Fast

“You have me,” I say, smoothing my hand up her side.

She nods, reassuring herself. “Yeah.”

She kneels beside me and takes me deep in her throat, right to the back, rocking back and forward, getting deeper and deeper with each movement. I think I might have died right then, it feels so fucking blissful. I fist my hands and let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, Rosey.” But I want more too. Just like she does.

As she releases me, I reach for her and encourage her to shift so she’s over me, her pussy over my face, my dick in her mouth.

Fuck, nowthisis something I’m never going to recover from. The taste of her on my tongue and her swallowing my cock. I reach around her, pulling her ass down, so I can get deeper. She whimpers at the flick of my tongue and the sound vibrates around my shaft. Jesus fucking Christ, how did I ever think I could give her up? It’s pleasure times infinity and I swear to god, if I’m still alive in the morning, I’m going to wake up a different man.

A changed man.

She’s mine, but I’m hers.

We’re all tongues and fingers and mouths. Giving, taking, pushing, pulling. It’s desperate and needy and erotic, and I’ve never felt so close to anyone as I do to Rosey right now. Our bodies fit, and so do our minds and souls.

Her moans are needy around my cock, the reverberations pushing pleasure from her into me. I pull her over my mouth and I reach deeper with my tongue and fingers—everywhere. I feel the start of herclimax crawl up her body, and it unleashes something in me and we come, desperate, panting, together.

But it’s still not enough. I need to be inside her.

I grab a condom from my table, roll it on to my hard cock, flip Rosey to her back and plow into her without warning. It’s urgent. Desperate. Maybe I’m claiming her. Maybe I’ve just missed this. Maybe it will always be like this between us.

“Yes,” she cries out as I slam into her. It’s hard and fast and merciless.

“You like that?” I know she does, but I want to hear it.

She nods, effusive, like she’s worried I might stop if she’s not clear. “I like asking you for what I want, but I like you taking what you want too,” she pants out. “Because I want what you want.”

I tense my jaw and I push against her tight walls. “I know,” I say. “I want what you want too.”

We’re perfectly in balance.

Sweat sheens my body and I brace up on my arms. I want to watch her. Watch what I do to her. See how defenseless she is when she’s like this. How defenseless she allows herself to be because she feels safe. Sheissafe with me. I’m here to protect her. To love her. To fuck her.

I press her thighs wider, desperate to get deeper, wanting to mark her, to fill her. I want to fuck myself into her. I want to come inside her, to have her full of me.

I’ve never had this feeling before—like an underlying knowledge that we’re at the start of a journey that will last longer than either of us. We’re just at the start of us, and whatever we’ll become.

“I love you,” she whispers, like she can hear every thought.

I slam into her again and she screams. I hold her still, keeping her in place so I can drive deeper and deeper.

Her head tips back and the convulsions of her climax shimmer over her body, but I keep fucking, keep pushing into her, until I erupt, my orgasm rolling through me like a tornado.

I collapse on top of her and she wraps her limbs around me like she’s worried I might leave.

There’s no chance of that. I’ll never go anywhere without her. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

I push myself up and realize she’s shaking underneath me.

“You okay?” I ask her.

Her breaths are still coming short and fast, but she nods. “It’s just a lot. It’s intense. I love you so much and you make me feel so much, even when you’re not fucking me. And when you are…” Her eyelids flutter open and closed. “It’s perfect.”

I growl and pull her into my arms. “You’re perfect.”

“We’re perfect,” she says, and I press a kiss to the top of her head.

Star Falls. The Colorado Club. It all led here. Andthisis perfect.

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