Page 155 of The Woman Left Behind

And there was all the proof I needed.

Harry was right, I knew it already, and we weren’t even finished.

Sex became beautifully, unbearably, magnificently meaningful when you did it with the person you loved.

It was so gorgeous. So perfect. So everything, I caught his head in both hands and stared into his eyes before I pulled him down and kissed him.

He kissed me back and moved inside me.

At first it was controlled, each thrust designed for optimal buildup of pleasure, an adjustment of the hips, and he’d give me something new, another one, and he’d hit deeper.

I loved it. It was awesome.

But I needed more.

I wrapped a calf around his thigh, pulled the other leg back further, and he slid in deeper.

He grunted.

I ran my nails up his spine.

Harry growled, a noise so primal, so predatory, everything I had clenched around him.

And that was when he unleashed.

Ah yes.

There it was.

We kissed. We touched. We scraped. We scratched. We bit. We clutched. We licked.

And Harry fucked me.

Hard.

It had been building since I saw him standing at the door, but when it finally hit me, my climax came as a surprise. Maybe because it was an explosion so intense, I saw starbursts and felt nothing but Harry’s cock pounding inside me, his mouth greedy for my moans, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other one doing the same to my hip to hold me steady to take his increasingly powerful drives.

And my orgasm kept coming.

And coming.

And it continued to do so even as his head snapped back, his grunt shook the room, he planted himself to the root, shoved his face in my neck and his powerful body shuddered on top of me.

I was coming down, stroking him.

He was coming down, giving me all his weight.

Then he rolled, I was on top, and my face was in his throat.

My body rose and fell with his deep breaths, my pants listed over his skin, his hands smoothed over my bottom, my back.

And finally, he wrapped his arms around me, they went tight, and he was hugging me.

Harry just ate me, fucked me hard, made me come harder, and now he was hugging me.

Hugging me!

God, that was so Harry.

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