Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Fuck. She's soft. Wet.

Mine.

It floods my brain, my heart, my everything.

I need her to be mine.

All of her.

And I need to give her all of me.

But how the fuck do I do that?

I keep one hand on her hips to guide her.

I bring the other to the back of her head.

My fingers curl into her scalp as I pull her into a soft, slow kiss.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders.

I pull her closer.

Kiss her harder.

She rocks against me, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone.

Fuck, the friction of her soft, sweet cunt.

I groan against her lips.

She pulls back with a sigh of pleasure.

Her head tilts to the right. Her hair falls in front of her eyes. Her lips part with a moan.

"Fuck." Her nails dig into the tender skin on my shoulders.

I look up at her. Watch pleasure spill over her expression as she drives me deeper.

It hits me all at once.

I love her.

I'm balls deep in the woman who's owned my masturbatory fantasies since I was a teenager, and it's the only thing in my head.

The timing is fucked.

And it's perfect.

My fingers curl into her hips. I guide her body over mine, so she can drive me deeper again and again.

Fuck.

My balls tighten.

My eyes close.

I reach up for her. Bring my hand to her cheek. Rub her temple with my thumb.