Page 81 of Peaches

Setting me down on the ground, he never lets go as he begins to back me across the room, my calves suddenly hitting the bed in the middle.

“That’s right, Grace. Every damn thing about you is all I’ll ever need to be satisfied. Desire leaves even the strongest man powerless when it comes to the right woman,” he admits as I teeter backward and sit on the mattress. His gaze roams over my entire body and leaves goosebumps across every inch of my skin as it travels south to my thighs.

“I’ve longed for you, craved only you,” he whispers, as he grabs a hold of the hem of my cotton dress and raises it over my head. His breath hisses as he throws it to the floor and stares down at me with lust in his eyes.

“Mercy, Grace,” he whispers, as he finds me bare underneath. No bra. No panties. Just me, waiting for him, needing him, and breathless for both of us to never stop.

His eyes raise and lock with mine once again and I know we’re both done for. Falling? Hell, we fell hard long ago we’re just now finally embracing the impact.

“I’ve wanted to love only you,” his voice trembles as my breathing stops and we both grab ahold of what he just said, “longer than I’ve let myself believe it.”

Reaching out and taking his hand, I lace our fingers together and pull him towards me.

“Love?” I question, as my eyes flutter up to his own and I begin to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his slacks and seeing every ounce of the desire he just talked about dancing in his eyes. “Is that what this is?”

I see the anxious look in his stare the moment after I’ve questioned us. He’s slightly afraid, concerned, and nervous, because, God, this is so much more than any love we’ve ever felt before. We draw out this moment as it finally happens between us, making us both intoxicated as we eagerly await its revelation.

My eyes lower as I work the clasp to his belt. He takes a step further in between my legs and my body quickly fills with a euphoria I’m scared I’ll never feel again. It tingles as it dances through my veins, making me numb and oddly hyper aware as my hands brush against his lower stomach. Successfully releasing his buckle, I start on his zipper when his hand clasps over my own and he holds it there, unrelenting until I look up.

When I do, his face is pained with unease, troubled, as he grabs my chin tenderly with his free hand and holds my stare.

“Love is messy, Grace. It hurts, it bleeds, it’s not alwayscarefree. But the peace it’s capable of bringing, the way it can make you feel, the wayyoumakemefeel, I don’t want to live without it. Not ever again. Because through the hurt, through the bleeding pain, I’ve found something so beautiful, something so rare, and I’ve finally realized just howsweetboth love and life can be with you in it, Peaches.”

I’ve only ever known the hurt until him. I’ve only ever known the painful way to bleed before he walked into my life. I’ve pushed everyone away throughout the years because of the way I’ve been treated. I drown in romance novels to escape the reality that I’ve neverevertruly known a real romance. But as I stare in his eyes, I see all that changes now.

“Show me,” I beg, as I pull him closer and feel every bit of oursweetlove rushing through my veins and it’s the best damn high I’ve ever known. “Because,” I whisper, just as his body presses down against mine on the mattress, “heaven help me, Brettly, I love you, too.”

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Brett

Sweet mercy!

I need to be inside her now more than ever. She lays back against the mattress and I brace myself above her.

“Love,” I whisper, as I trail a finger up her inner thigh and see the desire thicken in her eyes. “Loving you was easy, Grace.”

Her hips rise in need and I smile in response as my length throbs between us.

“What wasn’t easy, Peaches,” I groan, as I run my finger up her seam before dipping it inside her and watching as her eyes close and her back arches. A growl escapes my lips as I feel her wetness quickly rush through her center.

“Was watching you,” I enter another finger inside her and feel my dick throb as she moans in pleasure.

“Fingering you that first week,” I hiss, as I curl my fingers and move them slowly in and out of her opening.

She pants in response as she urges me to keep going with a gentle thrust of her hips.

“Tasting you last night,” I whisper, as my mouth lowers, I pull my fingers out of her sex and lick up her juicy seam. “And always wanting one thing. More!”

I groan from her flavor as it hits my lips and stick my tongue deep inside her walls, licking and fucking her the way my cock is begging to.

Her hips attempt to pull away, the sensation too much, but I grab her strongly and force her to stay still as I feast on her center and make her body take every damn bit of the love I’m dead set on giving her. The love I feel for her deep in my soul.

I roll my tongue through her center lazily before licking up to her clit. Her hands fist in my hair as she finally surrenders completely as her legs fall open and she lets me eat her addictive pussy. Sucking hard, she screams as I enter two fingers inside her again and immediately pull them in and out through her slick core, their pace matching the quick way I’m sucking her nub in between my greedy lips.

My name is a plea dripping from her breathless mouth as I relentlessly lick inside her sex and show her just how much I love her, body and soul, and how much I’m never going to stop.

She attempts to pull me off of her as her center tightens and her walls threaten to pulse with climax. She paws at my shoulders, moans my name, claws at my head, but I’m only just getting started and she needs to lay back and take it while I show her what real love feels like, and just how sweet it can be.

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