“You truly are beautiful,” I whisper before kissing her deeply. Our tongues mesh, and I press myself into her, feeling her skin against my skin, her breath on my breath.

It’s intoxicating.

With a soul-deep hunger, I lick her skin, tasting the salty sweetness of her sweat and loving the headiness of it. My hands roughly caress her body, my hand finding a breast and kneading the soft flesh until she’s squirming, her nipple hard against my palm.

“Noah,” she whimpers, and I relent, recognizing her need. She’s already on edge, a hair trigger away from falling into a pleasurable abyss, but I don’t want her to go yet. Not when I’ve barely touched her. I pull back, looking into her eyes.

“Turn around,” I growl, guiding her to bend forward over the side of the bed and put her chest to the mattress. I move behind her, memorizing this image—her hair spread wildly on the bed, her long, creamy legs scissoring as she looks for relief and her heart-shaped ass in the air, vulnerable and spread before me.

Fuck, I love this woman.

I bend down, worshipping her legs that drive me crazy. I massage the muscles, scratch along the skin leaving pink lines that disappear too fast, and lay a quick kiss to the seam where her thigh meets her butt. She arches her back to give me better access, wordlessly asking for what she wants.

“Tell me,” I say.

She whines but quickly answers. “Touch me. Please.”

I reach between her legs, finding the wet dampness of her lips, and stroke them, gathering her honey on my hand before licking it clean. “Mmm . . . so sweet.”

“D–Don’t stop,” Riley begs. “I need you so—oh, my God!”

She gasps sharply as I go back to rubbing her pussy, but her entire body jolts when I lower my mouth, kissing the upturned swells of her ass. Guided by her sounds, I nibble, kiss, and lick until my breath warms her tight hole and two of my fingers rest on the entrance to her pussy.

I pause, letting her tell me what she wants, and she pushes back onto my fingers and my mouth, giving me full access to her body. She’s open, vulnerable, and as I pleasure her, Riley finds my rhythm, pushing back to meet me and groaning with every stroke.

“You like that, baby? Like my fingers in your pussy and my tongue in your ass? You feel so good, right there on the edge, about to come for me.”

“Oh, fuck . . . Noah, yes!” she moans, the words adding to her arousal. Her back arches, and I lay my arm over her, keeping the wild bucking of her hips from pushing me away. She fully gives herself over to my control, trusting me to give her pleasure. My fingers pump in and out as my tongue dips inside her over and over.

I don’t hold back, don’t give her any mercy. Once before, I thought about our first time together being something special and memorable, and it definitely was. But this time is too, our first make-up sex. Or hell, maybe it will be like this with Riley every time. Wild, hard, passionate, no filters and no walls, just the two of us accepting each other and finding pleasure in each other’s body the way we’ve found a home in each other’s soul.

Her body spasms, though she tries valiantly to stay still. But she’s too close, too gone to the pleasure and past the point of no return. I move my arm, freeing her to move how she wants, and she instantly starts fucking my fingers back, her ass slapping me in the face as she chases ecstasy.

With a soft cry, Riley comes, my Sunshine shaking and tugging at her sheets to try and keep ahold of herself until her body slumps and her knees spread more, totally relaxed. I pull back and stand behind her, my raging cock hard and throbbing in time to my heartbeat.

Riley feels me and tries to lift herself up, but I urge her back down, cradling her hips at the right angle to let me slide deep inside her tight, still quivering pussy. Riley groans, her head craning to look back at me as she feels me enter her, inch by inch.

“Noah . . . I love you so much,” she says when I’m comfortably all the way inside her. “I love you.”

“I love you, Riley,” I reply, leaning down to kiss her. Just as our lips touch, I thrust in deeper, bottoming out inside her, and Riley’s gasp catches in our kiss.

“Again.”

I pull back, thrusting deep and hard the way she wants me to. The way we both want it.

She pushes back as best she can, but I pound her vise-like pussy harder and harder, setting a punishing pace. Her bed starts to shake, the headboard clapping against the wall in time to my thrusts. Her neighbors definitely know what we’re doing, but I’m not going to stop.

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