Page 112 of Faded Rhythm

Bet.

I peel her out of her panties, then myself out of my shorts. By the time I settle between her thighs, I’m shaking. That’s how urgent this is. Her skin is warm and soft as ever. And her eyes…they’re full of fire. She’s so fucking sexy.

When I slide inside her, my body jerks from the sudden rush of heat and pleasure. My eyes roll back. She feels so familiar wrapped around me again.

“Fuck,” I groan in her ear. “It’s been too long.”

She bites my bottom lip. “She missed you.”

I return the favor with a nip to her neck. “I missed her, too.”

She arches beneath me, moaning, digging her nails into my back. “I thought about this every night.”

“Me, too, baby.” I suck on her tongue, slowly rocking into her, trying the gentle approach. “You just don’t understand how much I love it when we fuck.”

“Is that what you love?”

I stop for a brief intermission. My fingers tangle in her hair as I capture her eyes with mine.

“I love you, Sable. All of you.”

Finally. I said the words. Ifeelthe words. I’m living the words.

I savor this moment. It’s not just fucking. It’s making love.

There's that word again.

I start back slow, savoring every movement. My hips roll in rhythm with hers, our bodies falling in sync. One hand cups the back of her neck as I kiss her, while my other hand slips between us to find her clit. She cries out, lighting a fuse in me.

Then we lose ourselves.

It gets wild and breathless, two bodies moving hard and fast, tangled in the sheets, two hearts tangled in each other. Her heels dig into my back as I drive into her. Her pussy tightens around me, squeezing, gripping, tugging. It feels so damn good, it’s all I can do to hold it; I can’t cum before she does. I close my eyes and fuck her until she yells my name and I feel her come apart in my arms.

That pushes me over the edge.

I groan into her neck, thrusting deep one last glorious time, emptying every ounce of tension and pent-up longing into her.

I pull out slowly and roll onto my back. I measure the time by her body language, counting down the minutes until she’s ready to cum again. When she turns her head to smile at me, I know she’s ready.

My head is between her thighs now, my tongue showing absolutely no mercy. I lick, flick, and suck her to another orgasm, and even though she doesn’t need to, she returns the favor.

I’m on my knees on the bed when she sucks me into her mouth, one hand in her hair, the other at the back of her neck. She’s good at that shit, too. Who knew?

“Fuck.” I stare down at her pretty face, grimacing when she locks eyes with me, pinning me in place with her stare. She’s in control and she knows it. All I can do is watch helplessly as she makes my dick disappear, taking me to the back of her throat like a fucking champ.

I don’t last long.

“I’m close,” I warn, but she doesn’t seem to care. She gags on it, slurping as spit drips down her chin. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and heard in my life. My toes curl as she sucks that nut out of me. I cumhard,and she takes it all right down her throat.

It’s only after all this that I’m clearheaded enough to ask her the question.

“How did you get here?”

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Sable

We’re tangled in thesheets, the ocean breeze drifting through the open window, soft and salty. My head is on his chest, and I’m comforted by the sound of his heartbeat and the roughness of his scars against my cheek.

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