Page 79 of Kisses and Paperclips

He was everywhere…filling me, covering me, consuming me.

My breath came fast and uneven, my hands splayed against the heat of his chest, trying to hold on to something solid as my body moved in sync with his. Our rhythm was building, hips rocking with more need than control now.

He kissed me again, deeper this time.

His tongue swept into my mouth like he owned it, like he was reminding me that everything I was feeling started with him.

Our breaths tangled, escaped us in staggered moans, breaking between kisses as the pace quickened. Sweat beaded at the base of my spine. His skin was slick against mine.

And still…we couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop reaching for each other.

He pulled away, and then he kept his promise and fucked the breath from my lungs.

His pace didn’t break.

There was no rush in him.

No frantic edge.

Just steady, power, like he knew exactly how to take me apart and was in no hurry to stop.

He drove into me hard, his palm on the headboard as it hit the wall in a rhythm, each thrust a deeper claim, each sound echoing what my body already knew.

He didn’t hold back.

He wrecked me with purpose and ruined me like it was the only language his body knew.

My hands clung to his arms, my favorite part of him, aside from the thick, relentless length filling me… and those eyes.

Damn, those brown eyes.

Deep and liquid, like warm honey poured slowly. Watching me like I was the only thing worth seeing.

A moan poured from my lips, long and unrestrained.

“Ohhhh…”

I could feel the tightening in my belly, that slow, delicious burn spreading through my core. It curled low in my stomach and fanned like a wave of heat licking at every nerve ending.

Sweat slicked my skin, sticky and shining under his touch. I was trembling, a live wire,

a storm gathering at the edge. Unraveling.

A body on the verge of coming undone.

“Goddamn…” He pounded into me as he moaned, feeling my pussy constrict around him.

Like a wave that didn’t just break but pulled me under, it crashed into me…hard. It stole my breath, tore a cry from my throat, and left my lungs gasping.

My nails sank into his arms, clinging to something solid while the rest of me came apart.

It was overwhelmingly beautiful. Too much, and still, not enough.

The pleasure was sharp and consuming, so potent it made my eyes sting.

My limbs went light, almost numb, as if my body knew to quiet everything else so that I could feel what was happening between my thighs.

“Julien…”

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