Page 85 of The Spring in My Heart

I stare into her eyes and pump into her until she’s clawing and moaning. I take her face in my hands. “Tell me your pussy is mine.”

“It’s…yours.”

“Solo mio?”

She nods hard. “Yes, all yours.”

“Tell me you’re mine, Luciana.”

“I’m—” She shoves her head back and moans as her walls pulsate around me. The pleasure washes over her face, morphing it into a smile. I thrust and stare, and when I come, I collapse over her. Her arms and legs tighten around me, and now she’s the one stroking my back.

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

I don’t move.

I just think about us. This moment is perfect in every way, and I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with her, inside her.

“Let’s go out this weekend. We can start easing into it with A.”

She shifts quickly so she’s looking into my eyes. “Really?”

“Maybe you can bring Bron.”

She thinks it over and then nods. “That’s a good idea. It would look like a play date between them.”

“They’re a little old for that, but same concept.”

She smiles, her eyes lighting up, and she lies back down on my shoulder.

My chest tightens because I see the happiness in her face. I feel it in the way her hand squeezes my bicep and how tightly her body presses against mine. My pulse speeds up in a different way than before. It’s paired with a sudden urge to run, like danger is near.

Her fingers slide over my chest. “Wow, your heart is really pounding. I think?—”

I tilt her head and kiss her quickly.

“I have to go before I’m late.”

A cloud crosses over her eyes, but she blinks it away. “Oh. Okay.”

I get up quickly, go to the bathroom, and get dressed.

She doesn’t ask anything, even as she walks me to the door. But the WTF is broadcasted in her eyes.

“Thank you for a great evening,” I say standing at the door, for some reason feeling insecure, like I’m asking her out for the first time.

Her smile is a little strained, like it pains her to quirk the muscles. “Yeah, I had a good time too. Drive safely.”

I can’t blame her. I’ve seen this look before in other women. She knows something is off. I could kick myself.

I thought too much and messed up the moment.

As I wait at the light, I send her a text.

Me

I can’t wait to see you again.

Her reply doesn’t come in until about two in the morning.

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