Page 132 of Risky Passion

She moaned softly, her hands clutching at my forearm, not to stop me, but to hold me there, grounded in the moment as her body melted into mine.

I kissed the curve of her jaw, trailing down her throat, tasting the salt of her skin as I stroked her. My movements were slow and deliberate, each touch building her higher, her breath coming faster and more uneven.

Her body tensed against me, her thighs trembling slightly as the tension inside her coiled tighter and tighter. Her nails dug into my arm, her grip growing desperate.

She’s close.

“Jaxson,” she whispered, yet her tone was laced with need.

Her release crashed through her in waves as her body shuddered against mine. Her breath hitched, her back arched, and thinking she might cry out, I captured her lips in a deep, urgent kiss, swallowing the gasp that threatened to escape. Her moan vibrated against my mouth,soft and muffled, and I kissed her harder, keeping her quiet as her body trembled in my arms.

I didn’t stop stroking her, drawing out every last ripple of pleasure as she clung to me, her body pliant and boneless in the aftermath. Her breathing slowly steadied, her lips parting against mine as I softened the kiss.

When I finally pulled back, her forehead rested against mine as her hot breaths mingled with mine.

I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Oh, Jaxson,” she breathed.

Hearing my name on her lips like that, full of heat and want and something deeper, made me lose the last shred of control I was clinging to.

I slid my hands down her body and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts. In one smooth motion, I pulled them down, baring her to me. As I kissed the newly revealed skin, soft and flushed with heat, her fingers found the hem of my shirt. She tugged the shirt upward, and her movements were impatient and unrestrained until I helped her pull the shirt over my head.

We came together, skin to skin, every inch of her body warm and perfect against mine.

I cupped her face, holding her there, my eyes searching hers in the dim light.

“Are you sure?” I asked again, needing to hear her confirmation one more time.

She pushed me back onto the mattress and with her hands pressed against my chest, she straddled me and settled on top. As she looked down at me with her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her lips parted. “I’ve never been more sure,” she whispered.

She leaned over, brushing her lips to mine, and our kiss deepened as her hands slid over my chest, exploring me. Her body pressed into mine, her skin soft and warm and fucking amazing. My cock jackhammered as she reached down between her legs to guide me into her.

I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as she sank down onto me, taking me in inch by inch. She was tight,hot, and so fucking perfect. Her breath hitched, and her nails dragged across my chest as she adjusted to the fullness.

“God, Tory,” I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow as she moved.

She started slow, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made it impossible to think of anything but her heat, her softness, and the way her body fit against mine like she was made for me. Her hands braced against my chest, her fingers curling slightly as her movements grew bolder, more confident.

Her head tilted back and her lips parted as soft, breathy sounds escaped her. She tried to stay quiet, her teeth catching her bottom lip, but every now and then, a moan slipped free, making my blood burn hotter.

“Tory,” I murmured, my voice rough with need. I slid my hands over her breasts, squeezing them and guiding her movements as I thrust up to meet her rhythm.

Her pace quickened, her thighs tightening around me as her breathing grew more erratic. Her moans turned into soft gasps as her body trembled above mine. The tension in her built with every roll of her hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as we moved in unison like we’d done this together hundreds of times before.

She gripped my shoulders as her hips moved faster, more desperate. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she bit her lip, maybe to stifle the cry that threatened to break free.

I leaned up, capturing her mouth in mine, swallowing the sound as she came undone above me. Her body shuddered, her thighs trembling as her release took her, and I squeezed her breasts as she rode out every wave of pleasure.

The feel of her, tight and trembling, and so completely mine undid me. I couldn’t hold back a moment longer. I gripped her hips harder to guide her movements as I thrust up into her, over and over. Harder. And a deep, guttural groan escaped me, muffled against her lips as pleasure crashed through me, raw and overwhelming.

She gasped, digging her fingers into my chest as I poured myself into her, every pulse of release leaving me more undone. My breathing camefast and ragged, and my body trembled as I clung to her, buried in the heat of her as the rhythm of our bodies slowed.

Her movements stilled, and she fell forward, her body melting into mine as she rested her forehead against my neck, both of us catching our breaths. I kissed her shoulder, her jaw, her temple . . . anywhere I could reach.

“You’re incredible.” My voice was raw as I still cradled her hips like I couldn’t bear to let her go.

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