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“Is that okay, baby?” I ask against her lips, fighting the need to bury myself deeper. Because goddamn, I’ve never feltanything as sweet as this. It’s like she was made for me, every perfect inch.
“Give me more,” she whispers.
Very slowly, I inch in further.
“More…” she moans.
I sink in deeper, inch by slow inch, until she breaks, and I am buried deep in her sweet pussy.
Not moving, I drop my forehead to hers and swallow thickly. I’m trying to understand the emotion coursing through me. The rapid pounding of my heart. The quickening in my veins.
Ella wraps her arms around me, and I close my eyes and savor what is happening.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper between us.
She clenches around me, and my instincts take over. I begin to move in and out of her, taking it easy despite my body pleading me to drive in harder and faster. But something is happening here. Something I’ve never experienced before. Emotions crash around me, growing stronger with every shallow rock of my hips into her.
Her whimpers are my personal catnip, and no sooner has one escaped her lips than I want to hear another. I push up on my knuckles to watch my cock disappear in and out of her pussy, and the vision almost pushes me over the edge. She looks up at me from the pillows, her cheeks pink, her eyes glazed, her body sprawled beneath me all creamy andsmooth.Dear God, where did she come from, because she is fucking perfect.
She licks her lips and pulls her knees up, and the move pulls me in deeper, her pussy tightening around my cock so I couldn’t be more snug.
A sweet heat spreads through me, and I know I’m done for with this woman.
“Oh, God, Ella…” I blanket her body and bury my face in her shoulder. I’m not sure I can hold off. This feels too damn good. I lift my head, and our eyes connect, and I can see the affection in hers, and it’s all I can take. My orgasm is like a bomb ripping me apart and leaving me in pieces. It takes me so high, I see stars before falling back to her again.
Goddamn.
I have to take a moment to come back to myself.
To control my pounding heart.
To make sense of the foreign emotion surging through me.
I take her face in my palms and brush my lips to hers, absorbing the perfection in the moment.
“Did I hurt you?”
She smiles. “It hurt, but it was worth it.”
When she bites her lip, my cock stirs. I want to make love to her again. Over and over. Until we’re both so exhausted we can’t walk. But it will have to wait. She’ll be sensitive and sore, and I don’t want to hurt her.
I want to take care of her.
Easing out of her, I head to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. Grabbing a washcloth from the cupboard, I run water over it and return to the room. But walking back in, I pause in the doorway to take in how beautiful Ella looks sprawled on my bed. Naked and soft, and perfect.
My cock sways heavily between my legs, liking the view. But it’s nothing compared to what my wildly beating heart is doing in my chest.
Crawling onto the bed, I press the washcloth gently against her soaked pussy. She hisses in a soft breath but smiles as I wipe away the small amount of blood and tenderly clean her perfect pink pussy.
And all the while there is only one word beating along with my heartbeat.
Mine.
CHAPTER 43
Ella
I did it.
