That Crazy Kind of Love

She panted against me, her pussy clenching around my length with tiny aftershocks of her pleasure.

I rested my much bigger body around hers, breathing, sweat coating my body. “I could stay like this forever, just buried inside you.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled away from the wall, striding to our room and setting her on the bed. I went down with her, pulling the sheets over us and pulling her close to me. And then I just held her.

We may not have a lot of money, or many things to fill our small, cramped place, but we did have each other. And there was nothing better than that.

“I love you,” I whispered against her hair.

She shifted so she was facing me, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. “I love you too.”

I was wrong. Having Harlow love me was the best thing in the fucking world.

The End.