Page 49 of Steel Beauty

He shifts his weight on top of me, resting on his elbows and gazing into my eyes with an intense look. Our breaths mingle as he thrusts in a slow rhythm, gradually increasing in speed. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer until our bodies are pressed together. The friction between us is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through every nerve in my body as we move together in perfect synchrony.

Our bodies writhe together in a frenzy of passion, slick with sweat and tangled limbs. I dig my nails into the hard planes of his back as he devours my neck with his mouth. The heat between us rises to a fever pitch, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

His powerful thrusts bring me right to the edge, and with one final cry, I reach the peak of ecstasy. Again.

“Fuck, Charleston. Fuck.”

He grunts and moans against my neck, finding his own release moments after mine. Our bodies tremble and our breaths mingle as we come down from our shared high.

Our bodies meld together as one, our breaths ragged and heavy. A sense of complete fulfillment washes over me, like I’m floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy. We lay intertwined, reveling in the tranquil aftermath of our passionate union, unmoving except for the rise and fall of our chests as we bask in the warm afterglow of our intimate connection.

He pulls out of me and rolls onto his back. I snuggle into the crook of his arm, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly as his breathing slows. My fingers trace over the rippling muscles on his stomach, still heated from our passion.

I inhale deeply, savoring his musky scent mixed with sweat and sex, my body still tingling with residual pleasure. I trail my fingertips higher, swirling around his nipples and along his collarbone. He sighs contentedly, one hand stroking my hair while the other caresses the curve of my hip.

“That was––” I start, searching for the right words.

“Perfect,” he says, the words a low rumble that seems to resonate through his chest.

A smile tugs at my lips as I tilt my head to meet his gaze. “Yeah, it really was.”

His hand glides softly up and down my arm. “Skipping protection was reckless… but I can’t say I regret a single second of it.”

“So reckless,” I agree, my smile widening. “But very, very good. No regrets here either.”

He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath my cheek. “I’m ruined now. How am I supposed to use condoms with you after having the best sex of my life without them?”

I lift my head slightly, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “The best sex of your life, huh?”

“Hands down.” The certainty in his words wraps around me. “Nothing else even comes close.”

A blush creeps across my face. “It was the best sex of my life too.”

His hand strokes gently through my hair, the tender gesture sending a wave of warmth through me. “I’m happy to hear that.”

“You don’t need to worry about a pregnancy. I have an IUD.”

He shrugs. “I’m not worried. I knew you’d be on some kind of birth control.”

“You seem pretty sure about that.” I prop myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him.

“You’re clearly a woman who’s got things figured out and doesn’t leave important things to chance,” he says with a wink.

“Oh really? And what else have you deduced about me, Sherlock?”

He pretends to ponder, his fingers still lazily threading through my hair. “Let’s see. You’re smart, ambitious, and you act like you don’t need anyone. But deep down, I think you want someone who sees you—really sees you.”

His words resonate deeper than I expect, brushing against a part of me I keep locked away. And I feel more exposed than I’m comfortable with. “That’s a bold assumption.”

His gaze holds steady, unwavering. “Not an assumption. Just an observation. And apparentlyyou eat a lot of pineapple? Care to elaborate?”

I smirk, tilting my head. “You know what they say about women eating pineapple, right?”

One brow lifts in curiosity. “Enlighten me.”

I lean in slightly, lowering my voice enough to tease. “It’s supposed to make a woman… taste sweeter.”

A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. “Must be true then. Because you’re pretty damn sweet.”

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