Page 84 of Ripple Effect

I want this to be good for her, so good that it erases every single experience she’s had before. And God, do I want this moment to last.

My movements gradually become more urgent, our bodies working in harmony as I sink deeper and deeper inside of her.

“You feel so fucking perfect, baby,” I tell her, panting into the crook of her neck. “Somine.”

“Yes, yes,” she whispers in a chant.

My grip on her tightens, my arms trembling as I drive myself deeper inside of her. She holds on to me, her nails digging into my back, and pleasure radiates through every inch of our intertwined bodies.

I brush her hair away from her forehead, curve one hand behind her shoulder, and fuck her like I mean it, like I was made for it. As the intensity builds between us, one hand inevitably presses against her heart—exactly where it belongs.

“Fuck,” I whisper, taking in a sharp breath. “Want you so much.”

She lets out a moan that I capture with my mouth. Her left hand clutches at my wrist as her right circles around my bicep, and I keep thrusting inside of her. Her lips are flushed and swollen, her golden hair fanned out across the pillow behind her head.

And God, it’s an image that’s seared into my brain for a lifetime.

This girl—my Daisy, my wildflower—she’s fucking everything to me.

For once, I’m not thinking about anything else but how much I want this, want her. I’m not consumed by the pressure to perform, to please a waiting audience. I’m not mentally checking out, counting down the seconds until I can inevitably finish.

Instead, I feel liberated. I feel at home.

“Wait, El,” she says, her hand moving from my wrist to caress my jawline. “I want to feel what it’s like to ride you.”

Oh, fucking hell.

She gasps when I flip her over on top of me, unwilling to sever our connection, if even for a second. As she adjusts to the new position, I slowly thrust up inside of her, groaning as I hit the perfect angle.

It’s a tighter fit this way, snug and secure, but God does it feel good. So good that she nearly collapses on top of me, head sunk forward like she’s never felt such pleasure in her life.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Just like that.”

Without question, I grab her hips, guiding her up and down along my shaft, grinding into her from below. She clenches around my cock, her arousal spilling out and leaking onto my thighs.

“Oh, God, El,” she cries with a strangled breath. “So good.”

I trail my thumb along the seam that separates us, teasing her clit as I go. Her breath catches, and a deep moan shudders out of her. I know she’s close now, and I can’t fucking wait to watch her come undone, to fall apart on top of me.

“Wait, wait. I’m doing it wrong,” she says, her voice a low whine. “I’m supposed to be the one in control.”

“You can’t do it wrong, pretty girl. Everything you do is so fucking good, so perfect.” Another deep, heady groan forces its way out of me. “Don’t question it.”

I cover her lips with mine, not giving her a chance to protest further. My movements grow wild as I bury myself in her warmth. She trembles around me, and the strength of my thrusts from below force her to cry out my name.

It’s heaven, I think, this moment between us. And like a man who’s been roaming the desert for days, I greedily drink up every sound she makes.

It’s just one more short gasp of breath, another strained whimper, until I’m falling apart with her, drowning in how fucking good she feels.

We stay there for a long while—our breath mingling together in perfect unison—until eventually, everything comes back into focus. When I pull out of her, I’m nearly dizzy, but my heartbeat is steady now, unshaken. So, I wrap her up in my arms, careful to keep her close.

“What the fuck did I ever do to deserve you?”

She smiles and snuggles deeper into my embrace. “You didn’t have to do anything,” she says softly. “I’m here because I’m meant to be.”

She turns toward me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, and I can’t help but smile. She’s mine, and I’m hers, and nothing in my life has ever felt so right.

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