I cup her breast, brushing my thumb over her tight nipple until she squirms under my touch. “Why would you resist?”
Her breath catches. She tries to act unaffected. It won’t work, I know her body like the back of my hand now. Her tells. We’ve been here a lot lately.
It never gets old
I’ve never been happier.
My cock thickens against her plush thigh in spite of the countless times I've spent myself inside her over the last few days. She’s right. I am insatiable. So is she. I pull her closer, peppering her face with soft kisses. “Want you so much, beautiful girl.”
“Mmm, I want you too,” she admits happily, snuggling into my chest. “My amazing man.”
I never knew it could be like this, so perfect and right. The way she touches me, worships me, I feel like a king. “I'm so lucky I found you.”
“I feel like the lucky one.” She smiles and slides her thigh over mine, opening herself to me.
In one motion, I gently roll her under me. I kiss my way down her chest, worshipping every inch of her smooth, caramel skin before palming her heavy breasts, squeezing gently, and sucking a dark nipple into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the pebbled peak until she's writhing beneath me, her hips rocking restlessly.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I’m not surprised to find her slick with arousal. “Mmm, always wet for me,” I rasp, parting her slippery folds.
I circle her swollen clit with the pad of my finger, nice and slow, to tease her. She whines low in her throat, spreading her thighs wider.
“Seamus,please.” She cants her hips, desperate for more. “Need you deep in my pussy.”
God, I love it when she tells me exactly what she wants using words she probably never uttered before me.
I settle into the cradle of her hips. My cock nudges against her entrance and I moan brokenly. Fuck, she's scorching. Drenched for me. I push in slowly, savoring the feel of her body accepting me, inch by incredible inch. She's snug, even after the countless times we’ve fucked this month. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to thrust wildly. She’s bound to be sore after how hard we went at it last night.
“Yes. Go slow,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You’re back where you belong. Fill me up.”
Jesus. This woman. I bottom out, my hips flush against hers, and groan at the exquisite sensation. She's made for me. I'm made for her. This is exactly where I belong at all times.
I start to move, slowly rolling my hips, gliding in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. Deep and slow. I want it to be so good for her she’ll come apart for me, soreness be damned.
Our mouths move together in a rhythm mirroring the deliberate roll of our bodies. Every kiss is hungry. Slick lips and searching tongues, like we’re trying to memorize each other from the inside out. Her little whimpers hit me like lightning, soft and desperate, and I swallow them down greedily, wanting to hoard every sound she makes.
Her hands fist in my hair as her hips lift to meet me on every thrust, and I can feel her getting close—constricting around me, her breath catching on every gasp.
“Seamus,” she pants. “God, I’m—so close—don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise raggedly. “I’ve got you.”
Then it slips out, not planned, not rehearsed—just real.
“I love you, Marcella.”
Her eyes snap to mine, wide and stunned. Not afraid. Not for a second.
Something shifts in her face—softens, deepens—and she pulls me closer, nails digging into my back.
“I love you, too” she whispers. “So much.”
The words punch through me like a heartbeat and I kiss her harder, deeper, like I can fuse us together with my mouth and cock working in tandem. She gasps, her body tensing, shaking apart beneath me.
“Come for me,” I pant against her lips. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
I reach between us and rub tight circles around her slippery clit, just the way she likes. She comes with a keening cry, her pussy rippling around me, massaging my cock. I follow her over the edge with a guttural cry, spilling deep inside her.
We lay tangled together, my cock still buried, basking in the afterglow. I pepper her face with soft, reverent kisses, overwhelmed with love for this woman in my arms. “You're incredible,” I whisper against her kiss-swollen lips. “So beautiful. So sexy. So mine.”
