As our lips and tongues worked each other into a frenzy, I thrust inside her, and groaned at how fucking good she felt.
I wanted to live there forever.
I never wanted to let her go again.
Fuck.
I pulled out and thrust in again.
I repeated this over and over, and she took everything I had to give, and gave it all back to me. Our pace intensified and we fucked like we hadn’t for months.
Skin on skin.
Lips on lips.
Arms, legs, fingers, clinging, clawing, demanding…
“Fuck!” I tore my mouth from hers. “I can’t hold it much longer…you almost there?”
She gripped me harder. “Yes…” Her voice was barely a pant as she kept moving with me, desperately chasing her release. And then – “Oh, God, Scott…ohhh…I’m gonna come…”
As the words fell from her lips, her pussy squeezed around my dick, and her eyes fluttered shut, and I watched as she lost herself to her orgasm.
So fucking beautiful.
I thrust twice more and then I let myself go. The intense pleasure surged through me and I was lost to the world in those moments.
Like a fucking drug straight to my veins.
I’m addicted to her.
When I finally gained control, I found her watching me through glazed eyes. I bent my face to hers and kissed her almost as hard as I’d fucked her. “You got any idea what you do to me?” I demanded as I let her lips go. My body buzzed with need and love for this woman. I’d never experienced any of this with any other woman in my life, and there’d never be another like Harlow.
Her lips spread out in a slow smile but she didn’t say anything.
She knew; she had to fucking know, because for the last year, I’d laid my heart and soul down for her in ways I’d never laid it down for anyone.
My arm tightened around her and I pulled her harder against me. “You’re mine, Harlow. Your heart, your body, you…all mine. And that drives me crazy some days.”
Her smile shifted into a frown. “Why does that drive you crazy?”
My heart beat faster as I contemplated that question; as I exposed another piece of my heart to her. “You’re like a drug, baby. The highs are fuckin’ spectacular and I’d go through any low to have those highs. And I’d do anything to make sure I always had you, even if it meant selling my fuckin’ soul.”
She threaded her fingers through my hair at the back of my head and pressed another kiss to my lips; less demanding this time, more gentle. “I’d take all the lows, too, if it meant I got just one of the highs with you. I love you, Scott.”
Fuck, I might have thought she was mine, but I was far more hers than she was mine; she fucking owned me.
I pulled out of her and took a step back so she could move off the counter. When she stood in front of me, I yanked her closer. “Now I want you in the shower. It’s time for me to show you what I like to do with dirty mouths.” I jerked my chin towards the bathroom. “Go. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
Lust shone from her eyes and she nodded before leaving me.
I raked my fingers through my hair as I watched her go, and wondered, not for the first time, when I’d have all the pieces of her back – the pieces that had shattered when she’d lost our baby. The pieces she hadn’t been able to find to put back together yet.
I miss those pieces.
As I followed in the direction she’d gone, I vowed yet again to help her find those fucking pieces.
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