Chapter 237
I can’t stop looking at him.
The way his eyes never leave mine, even as his hands trail over my arms.
My fingers find the hem of his shirt, and he lets me peel it off of him. When I press my palms to his chest, I feel his heart thudding beneath my touch.
Is he nervous?
He leans down to kiss the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then the sensitive place beneath my ear. My skin comes alive with every brush of his lips.
His hands slide beneath my shirt, the pads of his fingers grazing my stomach. He pulls the fabric up, inch by inch, his eyes scanning every part of me as if it’s the first time he’s seeing me.
This isn’t about forgetting. Not for either of us.
This is about knowing.
Knowing each other deeper than we ever have. Letting ourselves be seen and be loved. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss.
He lays me down fully, his body covering mine but never pressing too hard. My hands drop to his pants, to his zipper, and then I’m reaching inside for his cock.
My breath hitches, he tenses, a moan escaping his lips.
Fuck, he’s so hard. So hot. His skin is practically burning mine.
His hips jerk against me, his cock sliding through my palm. A moan rumbles deep through his throat. “Oh, fuck, I’ve been deprived of your touch for too long. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
I shake my head, my lips grazing his. “I don’t care, I just want to be with you.”
“My love,” He whispers against my collarbone, and the sound of it makes me shiver. He kisses me there and then lifts his face to watch me.
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He presses at my entrance, his hands dropping to my knees. I shudder with the anticipation, loosening my hips so that he can open me wide, my legs around his hips.
The muscles in his neck tense, his eyes simmering with heat. He slowly sinks into me, my breath leaving me in a desperate, delicious moan. He stretches me with every inch of him
and I bury my nails into his shoulders as I take his girth.
Zaid looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters.
He drops to his forearms when he’s completely inside me. I pulse around him, blinking through the pain of stretching and breathing through the pleasure of having him inside
- me.
His lips find my neck and he breathes heavily into my skin. “You’re perfect.”
My nipples perk, grazing the skin of his chest. “Zaid.”
He lifts his head, eyes on me as he slowly rolls his hips. Pleasure sparks through me and I keep my eyes on him.
I don’t want to lose sight of who’s infront of me, of who is making me feel all of these
things. Of who is making love to me.
I let myself feel it all.
Every brush of skin, every sigh, every drive of his cock inside me.
We don’t say the words again, but we don’t have to. It’s so obvious in the way we move
together. Obvious in the way we look at each other without looking away.
This is us making love, the realist thing I have ever experiences.
He’s real.
I love him so much it feels like my heart can’t contain it. It aches with it.
He groans softly into my mouth, pulling me impossibly closer. His movements turn quicker, harder. My own climax crests through me.
This is more than sex. This is everything.
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And being with him? Letting myself have this?
It doesn’t feel like falling.
It feels like breathing.
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