She blinks her eyes open and pulls back from our kiss. "Joel, please. I need you inside me."
My breath gets heavy. "Say that again."
"I need you." She tugs at my hair. "I need you inside me."
I bring my hands to her hips.
Slowly, I bring her body towards mine.
My tip strains against her.
Fuck.
One inch at a time, I slide inside her.
Damn, she feels good.
And there's nothing in the way.
That's my flesh against hers.
The trust of this—
The intimacy—
Feelings fill my gut. Too many. I'm not good at this kind of thing.
I really fucking care about her.
I want the fucking world for her.
I can't stand the thought of this ending.
She groans into my mouth as I pump her with long, deep strokes. Her hands tug at my hair.
My fingers dig into her skin.
We stay locked together, groans bleeding together, tongues dancing together.
Her legs are wrapped around my waist.
My arms are wrapped around her chest.
Our bodies are moving together.
Then she's moving faster, nipping at my lips as she groans harder and deeper.
I pull back enough to watch pleasure spread over her face. Her eyelids press together. Her teeth sink into her lip.
Her nails rake across my back.
"Fuck, Joel." She groans it again and again. Then she's blinking her eyes open, staring at me like she's staring into my soul.
It's not like when Kit or Mal looks at me like this.
With her, I really fucking like it.
I want her seeing every inch of me.