Page 135 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“Fuck, baby.”
“See something you like?” she purred, her voice sliding down my spine, pooling low in my gut.
“I see a whole lot that I love, cher. But this?” Her legs widened, giving me the opening I needed to step between them. Another groan slipped free as I ran two fingers through the slit in her panties. She was already wet for me, her breath hitching as I added just enough pressure to tease her entrance. “This is an unexpected bonus.”
Her head tilted back against the bed, her back arching with every slow, deliberate stroke of my fingers. Her moans, her sighs—they were the sweetest melody. She dug her nails into my arm, guiding me, silently pleading for more. Any other night, I might have let her take control. But tonight, I wanted to take my time. Wanted her to see what it looked like to be cherished—to be loved despite all the cruelty meant to drive a wedge between us.
She whined my name, dragging out each syllable as I worked her closer to the edge.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her sternum as I curled my fingers inside her. “How stunning you are when you fall apart for me?”
“Taylor, please. I need you.”
“Say it.” I slowed the plunge of my fingers but added pressure to her clit, watching her body tense in response. “Say it again for me, cher, and I’ll let you come.”
Bright blues locked onto mine, her palm cradling my cheek.
“I love you.”
The words had barely left her lips before she shattered beneath me, her back bowing as her mouth fell open on a perfect, silent cry. Ipressed my lips firmly against hers, working her through the waves of pleasure, refusing to let go until the last tremor faded from her body.
A contented hum vibrated in her chest as I pulled away, brushing sweat-dampened hair from her brow.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
Her hand drifted lazily down my torso, each featherlight touch making my muscles jump. But when she wrapped her fingers around my length, my head dropped forward, a low moan escaping my lips.
“Show me,” she breathed, her grip firm, steady, stroking from root to tip. Every pass of her palm had me seeing stars, slicking her hand with precum as she worked me.
“Baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to come like a teenager who just figured out what his dick could do.”
She chuckled but didn’t stop. My jaw clenched, and I bit my cheek, desperate for control.
Pulling her hand away, I pressed a kiss to her palm before reaching for a condom from the nightstand. Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as she watched me roll it on, her eyes dark and hungry. I stroked myself twice before lining up with her entrance and pushing inside.
Home.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, fingers threading into my hair as I pressed my lips to hers. I rocked into her slow and deep, savoring every gasp, every moan, every shudder of pleasure. We moved together in a rhythm only we knew, our bodies in perfect sync, drawing each other higher.
I loved her like this—uninhibited, unburdened by the world outside. Just us. Just this.
She was always beautiful—sharp-witted, stubborn, unapologetically her—but watching her unravel beneath me was like witnessing a masterpiece in motion.
Every hitch in her breath painted colors across an unseen canvas. Bright contrasts with every flex of her muscles. Deep shadows with every arch of her body. And when she shattered, when she reached the peak, the final highlights were added—completing the picture, bringing it to life.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her against me as I sat back, her thighs tightening around my hips as she settled into my lap.
“Yesss, Taylor,” she moaned, her head falling back as she rocked against me, slow and deliberate. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Eyes on me, Mags.”
Time seemed to slow to a crawl when she met my gaze.
There was something to be said about fucking, about getting lost in raw need, letting go of everything else. But there was just as much to be said about this—slowing down, pouring every ounce of love into someone, letting them feel it.
And there was so much love in her eyes, it stole the breath from my lungs.
Her forehead rested against mine as I held her to me, quickening my pace, matching every roll of her hips with an upward thrust. Her breaths turned to broken little gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders as we climbed this peak together.
