Page 78 of Unexpected Redemption

Fucking perfection.

Like our bodies, hearts, and souls, our lips join too. She holds me so tightly, keeping me flush against her as I push deeper.

Her pussy softens to welcome me home, surrounding me with wet, warm velvet.Each forward pulse is better than the last. The gradual pace is both excruciating and mesmerizing. I could quickly thrust forward and bottom out in less than a second, giving my body what it craves—all of her at once.

But failing to cherish this moment fully would be a tragedy.

“Holy shit,” she rasps, her eyes rolling back.

“Look at me, sugar bear. I need to see your beautiful eyes.”

Like my perfect girl, she flings her eyes open. The sparkling blue of her irises holds me captive in their endless depths.

“Babe,” she mewls, her lashes fluttering as she struggles to keep her vision locked on mine. “It feels so...”

“I know, sweetness. I know.” My voice comes out like gravel when I finally bottom out. “So damn perfect.”

“Yes.” She tilts her chin to connect our mouths.

Finally.

I refuse to withdraw even slightly for as long as I can stand it. Instead, I pulse forward, grinding harder to prolong the sensation of being completely engulfed inside her body, the way I want to stay inside her soul.

Ineedto be part of her forever.

When the urge to thrust becomes too powerful to deny, I rock my hips languidly, unwilling to rush a second of this. Our slow strokes take on a delicious rhythm, steadily increasing until the headboard rocks into the wall with each move. She guides the pace almost as much as I do, squeezing her thighs around my hips and meeting my every thrust.

Everything else disappears.

It’s just the two of us.

Between tender kisses, we whisper words of adoration, adding to the beauty of the moment. Because this isn’t fucking. It’s a soul-joining connection.

There should be a better phrase for this than making love. That’s a silly notion, honestly.Making love. As if that’s possible, considering what I already feel for this woman. I could fill the ocean with my love for her.

We couldn’t possibly make more.

So, instead, we celebrate our love. Or revel in it. Moan by moan. Kiss by kiss. Stroke by stroke.

As our pace picks up, she removes her fingernails from my back, where she’s been ferociously marking me, and laces our hands together. Delicately, she pulls them over her head, encouraging me to pin her hands to the mattress.

Is she missing the bondage aspect, or does she simply want to feel at my mercy? I don’t have time to think about it because her pussy starts fluttering around my cock, and her keening sounds spike in volume.

“Come for me, Lettie baby. Take me with you.”

And she does.

As she seizes and shatters with her climax, tingles start at the base of my cock. Driving in and out of her at a steady pace, I refuse to speed up even though my body wants to. But the slower pulsing doesn’t hold back my climax. Without the condom, I feel her orgasm even more acutely, and it spirals me into euphoria.

She must know how close I am to release because she bucks her hips wildly and says the hottest fucking thing she’s ever said to me. “Fill me up, babe. Please come inside me. I want every drop.”

That’s all it takes. I’m gone.

With a deep rumble, I careen over that peak and empty myself into her tight heat. Pulse after pulse, I fill her up with warm spurts of my release as I jerk and thrash into her.

Ecstasy.

Our mouths collide, and we drink down each other’s pleasure-filled cries while we ride out the bliss together. For a long time, we stay connected, wrapped up in each other. I don’t want to pull out. I may never again.

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