Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Softly.

Then faster.

Harder.

His tongue slips into my mouth.

His cock pushes deeper.

Bit by bit, my body relaxes. My legs wrap around his hips. My arms wrap around his chest.

I break out of the kiss. Stare up into his eyes. Nod. Yes, more, please, faster.

He holds me close as he rocks into me with long, steady strokes.

His groans vibrate down my throat.

He drives into me again and again.

Pleasure floods my pelvis. It spreads out through my torso, my limbs, my fingers and toes.

With every thrust, he winds me tighter.

I rock my hips, moving with him, pushing him deeper.

Deeper.

Fuck.

I pull back to groan his name.

My eyelids flutter open. The room is a blur of moonlight and white walls and soft sheets and skin and sweat.

And Dean.

I nestle my head in the crook of his neck.

I wrap my arms around him.

We stay locked together like that, holding each other, moving together.

He keeps that same slow, steady pace.

He fills me with deep steady thrusts.

I hold on to the bliss as long as I can. Until the tension inside me winds as tight as I can take it.

Then tighter.

Tighter.

Fuck.

With his next thrust, I go over the edge.

My nails dig into his back. My lips find his neck. I suck on his soft skin as I come.

My sex pulses with my orgasm. Pleasure spills through every molecule of my body. Everything goes white. Nothing but the pure, blinding light of bliss.