“I’m so obsessed with you,” I mumble into her mouth between thrusts. “God, you make me wanna follow you anywhere. You could drag me to the pits of hell, and I’d follow with a smile on my face.”
She whimpers again, her body tightening. I feel her getting close, biting her lip, eyes fluttering, breath catching with each stroke. I grab her hand, lace our fingers together above her head, pinning her like she’s mine. Because she is. Every inch of her.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” I grunt, kissing her temple, her cheek, her lips again. “Come all over my cock while I’m telling you how in love with you I am?”
“Y-yeah,” she moans, grinding up into me, meeting every thrust. “Don’t stop, please don’t?—”
“I won’t,” I say, and I don’t. I fuck her while whispering every single thing I love about her. Her hair. Her eyes. Her lips. Every part of her, inside and out. I’m so in love with this woman.
Her body tightens around me, and then she throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her thighs locked around me. I don’t stop. I let her ride it, let her fall apart, whispering into her skin.
“I love you,” I say again and again. “I love you, Isabella.”
I kiss her neck, and she whimpers when I roll my hips again, her body twitching around me. She’s soaked, completely wrecked, but I want more. We don’t have to rush anymore. I want my time with her.
“Baby…” I groan against her throat, and she shifts under me, her eyes fluttering open. I brush the hair from her face, and she leans into my touch. I lean in, kiss her cheek, her jaw, then herlips, sucking lightly on her bottom lip until she lets out that little whimper that drives me fucking insane.
“You think you can get on top for me?” I murmur against her mouth, my cock still buried inside her, twitching at the thought. “I wanna watch you ride me.”
“Yeah?” she says, her voice all breathy, sending a zing of pleasure up my spine.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathe, shifting us, careful as I pull out of her. She lets out a needy, wrecked moan at the loss, and it almost makes me say screw it and fuck her back into the bed. But I want this. Want to see her.
I roll onto my back, my hands flying to her hips, watching her as she straddles me, her thighs sliding over mine, hair falling around her face. She looks down, body flushed and glistening, tits bouncing slightly as she adjusts herself. Her hand wraps around my cock, and fuck, the sight of her stroking me, lining me up again, nearly undoes me.
She sinks down slow, her eyes locked on mine the whole time, her mouth falling open when I stretch her out again.
“Jesus—fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, hands gripping her hips, holding her there.
She starts to move, grinding on my cock, her hips rolling in this hypnotic rhythm that has me biting back curses. Her hands land on my chest, and I watch her ride me slowly, her lips parting as pleasure builds inside her again.
Her tits bounce with every grind, every rock of her hips, and I can’t stop my eyes from devouring her, drinking her in.
“I love watching you work that tight little pussy on my cock,” I hiss, my lips grazing hers. “So, fucking greedy for it, baby. You can’t get enough, can you?”
She moans, and grinds down harder, her clit rubbing against my pelvis with every movement.
“I swear I could come just from the way you look. You’re so fucking hot like this, Bels. So tight around me, fuck—you’re squeezing me so hard.”
She leans down, presses her forehead to mine, our lips brushing together and she moans my name again as she tightens around me.
I grab her hips, thrusting up to meet her halfway, and she lets out a choked cry, her whole body trembling.
“Keep going, baby,” I pant, thrusting up harder, my hips snapping into hers, making her gasp. “Ride me.”
She lets go, a loud, desperate moan spilling out of her as her body spasms, pussy pulsing around me, soaking me as she comes hard.
I grip her tighter, keep fucking her through it, chasing my own release.
I don’t last long. Her pussy’s too good, too tight, and with a loud groan, I come hard, deep inside her.
We’re both shaking, gasping, her body draped over mine, skin slick, her thighs still trembling from the aftershocks. She collapses against me, her tits flush against my chest. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her close, our bodies still locked together in every way.
“Goddamn,” I whisper into her hair, lips brushing her ear as I breathe her in. “I love you so fucking much, Isabella.”
She breathes it back into my throat, her mouth barely moving, just the ghost of a kiss pressed to my skin.
She shifts just slightly, her hips tilting to adjust the angle, my cock still thick inside her, twitching with the aftershocks. She lets out this tiny sound, a satisfied little hum, and presses a kiss to my collarbone.
