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His thrusts become more punishing, and I feel his strong arms and the delicate chain dangling down to tickle my back, and I float away.
Chapter sixty-one
There have been so many orgasms between the two of us tonight, I’ve lost count.Take that, past European lovers.I’ve had my girl in every way imaginable, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. I could spend the rest of my life buried to the hilt in her sweet pussy, holding her flush to my body, her skin sending shock waves into mine, and it wouldn’t be enough. Not even close.
Her poor body is already covered in bruises from my grip. I really don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t seem to hold on to her tightly enough. I don’t bruise quite as easily as my little peach, but I’m sure if I went to check, I would find her own passion expressed in an abstract masterpiece of scratches across my back.
Breaking our languid kiss to look down at the woman below me takes almost all of my strength, but the view I’m rewarded with is worth the momentary loss of her mouth. While the glow from the city filtering through the windows is the only light in the room, it's more than enough to carve every inch of mygoddess into the very core of my memory. Her skin glistens from our hours of exertion, causing her hair to cling to her neck and face. My slow but thorough thrusts into her continue at a steady pace as I brush the damp strands away, giving me a complete view of her beauty andgoddamn.
With each orgasm, her lust-blown pupils have receded further and further to the storm of affection brewing in the sea of her light blue irises. Those ocean eyes I’ve adored her entire life now shine brightly with unwavering love, calling to me like a siren, to the depths of her soul.The other half to my own. I let go of any tether holding me to a world where she isn’t mine and set out to anchor our hearts together at last.
Her exhaustion is obvious, and I know this will likely be the last time we're able to fall apart in each other’s arms tonight. Her legs wrap around my back with a grip that seems impossible with how tired she must be.Supporting myself on one arm, I use the other to pull one of her legs off me and trail kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh before replacing it behind my back.
“Come here, baby,” I say, sitting back on my knees, pulling her up with me by her waist, as I continue driving deep inside the paradise between her legs.
Our bodies are pressed so close together, it’s hard to know where I stop and she begins. Then again, that’s how it’s always felt with us. I keep one arm wrapped around her waist, my hand pressed to her back to hold her against me, while the other finds her hip, guiding her down in sync as I thrust up. The new angle adds pressure to her clit, and it doesn’t take long before I start to feel her fluttering around my cock, threatening to take us both over the edge.
“I love you, Margot,” I breathe out, leaning my brow against hers. “So goddamn much, Princess.”
Her wandering hands move to my hair, gripping it between her fingers as she holds my head against hers. “I love you too, Jackie.”
We’re slick with sweat as we grind against each other, seeking something so much more than pleasure in this final climax, and I’m shaking with restraint, refusing my release until we can go together. Still being held tight to her, I roll my head to the side for better access to her ear. “Come for me, baby girl.”
She guides me to that spot she loves so much on her neck, already starting to bruise from earlier tonight. My teasing kisses start chaste, but as my thrusts increase in intensity, so does the attention from my mouth. I haven’t even bitten her, but I’m sucking so hard I’m surprised I haven’t drawn blood.
Before I know it, her body convulses, barely giving me time to pull away and look into her eyes before she sweeps us both away in a tidal wave of pleasure. Our gaze remains locked on each other as we fall apart, and I know that when we put each other back together again this time, I’ll finally be whole.
“Please don’t leave this time,” she whispers. Her head falls to my shoulder, and she relaxes but still clings to me like a koala.
Our connection remains with my still hard dick buried inside her when I wrap my arms around her waist and hold on with all my might. “Oh Margot, I’m never leaving you. Ever again. I’m never letting you go.Fuck,baby girl, Ican’tlet you go. I can’t live without you again.” I reassure her, kissing her head frantically between each statement until tears begin to well in my eyes.
“Look at me, baby.” Summoning the courage to let go of her in order to grab her face, I pull her attention to me and search her eyes as my tears start falling. “Letting you go two years ago was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting how we wasted that time, but I refuse to waste any more.”
Her eyes begin watering as well, but before a tear can fall, I guide her lips to mine and let our tongues continue this heart-to-heart as they dance together. Like everything else about this woman, her kisses will never cease to amaze me. There’s just something about the way she tastes that’s soMargot.
Without breaking our kiss, I manage to get up off the bed way smoother than I thought I would be able to, and walk us to the en suite bathroom to give my princess a nice soak.
“Too tired,” she says, finally pulling our mouths apart as I lean over to set her on the edge of the clawfoot tub.
“Baby girl, we need to get cleaned up a bit. I haven’t been this sweaty in years, and as much as I would love to leave you covered in our cum, I would rather not have you suffer through that inevitable UTI.”
“Shower,” she says sleepily.
“Okay, Princess, why don’t you go pee real quick and then wait for me in the shower?”
I didn’t do any renovations in this apartment, clinging to as much of her as I could, so she’s familiar enough with the layout to find her way around without my guidance. As she wobbles to the toilet, I quickly turn on the shower, change the sheets, and get her a clean shirt of mine to wear to bed.
When I get back to the shower, the water temp is to her liking,scalding hot,and Margot sits on the built-in bench, half asleep. I wash her as gently as I can, careful not to wake her, then quickly clean myself as well. I dry us both off and carry her to bed.
Fighting the urge to leave her magnificent body on display, I dress her in my shirt and tuck her under the covers, then pull on boxers and get in on the other side. She’s barely been conscious since I found her dozing off in the shower, but the moment I get into bed, she scutters under the sheets until she’s cozied up against my side, and drapes an armanda leg over me.
“Pinky promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” she mumbles, face down into my chest, making no effort to actually give me her pinky.
Rolling her over on her side so I spoon her from behind, I hug my arms around her and breathe in that pink Margot scent. “Pinky promise, Princess.”
I can’t see her face, but I swear I can feel her smile when she says, “I love you, Jackie.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
