Page 57 of Silver Fake

She pulls back just enough to break our kiss and meets my eyes. "I need you, too."

My heart swells at her words, and I pick her up, kissing her as I lay her back on the bed.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Lisa," I say. The words come out soft because a lump in my throat makes it hard to speak.

A little wrinkle forms between her eyebrows and she looks away from me. "I don't know why you always say that."

"Because I always mean it."

I take her hands and lace my fingers with hers, pinning them up by her head. Then I slowly lower myself over her.

Something about this time feels different.

Normally, the need is so strong we're tearing each other's clothes off. But I have this overwhelming need to take things slow. To worship her and savor every moment together.

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her, taking my time. Kissing her always feels like the best part of my day, but this kiss is so much more. With every graze of her tongue and lips with mine, it feels like she's reaching inside me and holding my heart.

Molding it just for her.

I want to touch every inch of her. Make her feel as good as she makes me feel. Show her how badly she is wanted. No. Needed. I don't break our kiss as I move one hand between us and cup her breast. She sighs into my mouth as my fingers trace her nipple. I move my hand down again to her thigh. I massage her leg as I slowly rock against her.

Lisa sighs, her back arching slightly as she presses against me.

"I could spend forever right here," I tell her. "Cradled between your legs with you looking at me just like that."

"It could be even better," she says. She brings her leg up so it's resting against my hip, and she slowly rolls her hips against me.

Slowly, I begin pushing inside her. Lisa presses her head deeper into the pillows and closes her eyes. But I trace my fingers down the side of her face until she opens her eyes again.

I lock my eyes on hers. "Keep your eyes open, baby. I want to see you."

She sucks in a deep breath and nods. "Okay."

I begin moving my hips, slowly moving in and out. Stealing sweet kisses but never taking my eyes away from hers.

I've never felt more connected with her, and my heart is so full I'm surprised I am still breathing.

Even if I weren't, I wouldn't stop.

Who needs air when I have Lisa's sweet pussy wrapped around my cock like she was made just for me?

It feels like fire licking my skin everywhere she touches me. Now we're both panting, our bodies moving in perfect time with each other.

But I need more.

I roll us both on the bed until Lisa's straddling me. Her hair is draping over us and I pull her face down to mine, kissing her deeply. Hoping she can feel everything I still don't have the guts to say in words.

"You feel amazing," I whisper against her lips.

Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me. She brings her hands to my shoulders, then trails them up my neck, holds my face, and starts slowly swirling her hips.

"I'm gonna lose it, baby."

She starts rolling her hips faster. I pump up harder, meeting her rhythm until we are both panting hard, and her thighs are starting to tremble.

"That's it, baby," I say, nearly breathless. "Come with me."

"John!" she cries out my name.

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