Page 61 of Love or Leave

God that feels good. Too good.

She squeezed her hips inward, flexing her legs to try to get closer to him. Finally, his eyelids closed, and he let out a low groan.

"Up," he said.

She loosened her body and glided her hips up.

"Fuck," he said. His face was screwed together. "Again."

She repeated the motion again, this time slightly faster, then again, and again, until she could no longer keep the pace and sped up.

He held her hips, moving her in a different pattern—back and forth, then in circles—showing her different ways to move all the while looking as if he was about to break. Finally, he let go of her hips and looked into her eyes.

"Find what feels good for you."

"What about you?"

He smiled. "It all feels good."

"Okay," she said, moving back and forth and then around until she found the exact right spot where the friction made her explode with pleasure. She settled into it, moving faster and faster.

He moved his hands to her lower back and held her tightly as he rose up into a half sit-up and she gasped.

"Keep going," he said, as if there was some way for her to possibly stop.

She moved faster and faster, their collective pleasure rising meteorically. Higher and higher she went, the pleasure building and building until it finally became too much and she exploded.

Her body squeezed onto him and his arms came around her until they were twisted tightly together. He pressed into her a few times before his body went rigid and he came hard, emptying himself into her with a grunt.

It took a few moments for her mind to finally wake up to what had just happened. She'd never felt anything like that before.

"Holy shit," she breathed out as her body collapsed onto his, her face in the crook of his neck and his warm arms wrapped around her back.

He held her wordlessly for a long time before he finally rolled her onto her side and wrapped himself around her back. She was reeling, grasping for something to make sense before forcing her brain off and relaxing into the warmth of his body. She'd never been spooned before.

And she'd never been so happy.

That had been unlike any sex she'd had before.

She waited for the self-consciousness to come, for the awkwardness, but it was nowhere to be found. She told herself it was because he was a doctor, and he obviously knew his way around erogenous zones, even now as he kissed the back of her neck, but she knew that wasn't it.

It had felt that good because she felt free around him.

He made her feel comfortable.

He made her feelloved.

Panic settled into her chest.

She made a move to sit up, worried about where her thoughts were going, but he held her tight and brought his lips to her ear.

"Stay with me, at least for a little while," he whispered.

She stayed still, not sure what to do. A second later he lifted the side of the blanket and pulled it over them, enclosing them in a warm cocoon, and she'd never felt more cared for, more loved, more adored in her entire life.

She almost wished there was some awkwardness, or that she hadn't felt so good, just so she could separate her heart from her body at that moment. But none came.

Just an overriding, all-consuming need to maintain contact with him.

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