Page 158 of Seal the Deal

“Shit, God, don’t stop,” she moans as I bottom out, feeling her tighten around me.

"Fuck—" My grip tightens as I pull her back onto me harder, faster. "Every damn time, baby. Nothing even comes close to fucking this pussy.”

She’s trembling, so close, her body barely holding on.

'“Jake, please—”

“You don’t come ’til I say,” I murmur, slowing my movements just enough to make her squirm beneath me. I dip my fingers into the brownie again, slipping them into her mouth. “Taste.”

Her breath hitches, body shaking, held right on the edge. I’m the only one who can give her what she needs, and it makes me feral for her.

I thrust deep again, my hand sliding up her back to grip the base of her neck, controlling every damn movement.

“Fuuuck!” She's desperate now, bowing her back and grinding against me.

“God yes, just like that. Stay with me.”

My fingers dig into her as I pick up my pace, hands clutching her ass as I pound into her relentlessly, relishing the sound of our skin slapping together.

“Fuck, Charlie,” I grit out, barely holding it together as she clenches around me.

Her breath comes in short, desperate bursts, and I feel the tension coiling in her. Herbody tightens, and I feel the shift—the edge of control slipping.

“Now,” I growl, thrusting deep again, my hand finding her clit and slapping it against the wetness. “Come for me.”

Crying out, her body convulses, falling apart beneath me as I keep driving into her, milking every last wave of her release. Her head drops to the counter, her body trembling as she collapses, spent.

I follow her, groaning loud as I come, pressing kisses to her back as my body shudders against hers.

“You’re fucking mine,” I murmur against her damp skin, chest heaving as I catch my breath. “Forever.”

A shaky laugh tumbles from her. “Jesus, Jake…”

I chuckle, kissing up the curve of her neck. “That apology brownie hit the spot.”

She turns in my arms, cheeks flushed, a lazy smirk on her face. “I think we’re gonna need more brownies.”

My snicker rumbles through me as I scoop her up, her own laughter soft against my chest, body still trembling in the aftermath. There's frosting smeared at the corner of her lips, and when I lick it off, her eyes sparkle.

"Let’s get you upstairs," I murmur.

Her arms loop around my neck, breath easing into a gentle rhythm as she melts against me. The wildness from earlier fades with every step I take up to her room, each beat of her breath against my chest anchoring me in something quieter. Softer. Like the world’s taking a breath and leaving just us behind.

I lower her to the bed, my hands lingering at her waist, watching her sink into the pillows. Her eyes search mine, and I see the same thing I’ve been feeling all night. Certainty.

"Come here," she whispers, reaching out for me.

I climb in beside her, pulling her close. My lips brush slowly over her shoulder, up her neck, over her jaw. Downstairs was desperate and raw. But here in this space, it’s just us. No rush. Just me and her.

There’s a tenderness now, the kind that only comes after you’ve seen someone bare their soul. And fuck, she’s done that tonight. She let me in—completely.

"I love you, Charlie," I whisper against her skin, my hands gliding down her sides. "I’ve loved you for so long, even before I knew it."

Her fingers find mine, threading together. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn't overthink. Just looks up at me with that kind of trust that wrecks me.

"Then show me," she breathes.

So I do.

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