Page 96 of The Ground Beneath Our Feet
I put in two fingers, and curled upwards as I licked and sucked, teasing her, making her moan, until she clenched her muscles and—
Fuck yeah, released over the edge, tumbling from a climax into a relaxed and sated Jessica.
She was the right woman for me. Always.
“Come here,” she said.
“Right.” I shucked off my shorts and reached over, grabbing a condom. But before I slid into her, I held myself over her, looking down. “Be with me forever.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You know I love you.”
“Yes.” And she reached up and kissed me, her taste and the whipped cream mingling with my own. “I love you.”
Looking into her eyes, I positioned myself at her entrance. “There is no place I want to be. No place at all that I want to be in this moment than right here, with you. You’re my feast. My full meal and my dessert. You make me be a better man.”
Pressing into her, I moaned, satisfied. She felt so good under me. She arched her back, so sexy.
I thrusted into her, taking my time, making each one count. I wanted her to know with every movement, how much I cared for her.
Then I got an idea. With a quick movement, I rolled us over so she was on top.
She’d never been on top before.
But she looked down at me with a gleam in her eye. Then she sat up, kneeling, her shoes still on, and started moving up and down my cock.
God I loved it. I could see everything. Every inch of her beautiful body.
“Come to the edge,” she whispered. “Come.”
With another roll, I got on top again. “Not until you come again.”
With every touch, every caress, every stroke, I told her how much I wanted her. How much I was connected to her. That I found myself in her.
Another gasp, and I knew I had her. She leaned her head back, her pretty neck exposed, and came, and then I followed right behind her.
Then she took my weight on her with an ooof.
I squeezed her so tight, I’d never let her go.
After we breathed into each other for a few moments, she curled up next to me. I pulled off her shoes, and she put her head on my neck. “Let’s take a shower,” I said.
“Mikey?” she asked, as she stroked my hip, not wanting to move quite yet.
“Yeah.”
“You’re the best. I deserve you because I deserve the best.”
“Damn right.”
