Page 55 of Fragile Hearts

She smiles up at me, her hands on my chest as they slide down my stomach to my dick. She curls one of them around me, her grip firm. “You are so hard,” she says.

“Because of you,” I groan, my eyes closing as she gives me one long, slow stroke. “Shit,” I grunt, my hand moving to my dick, pushing hers out of the way. Sloane laughs, and my gaze finds hers again. “You sure?” I ask again.

“Yes!” she shouts, laughing. “Yes, Owen, I am one hundred percent sure I want you to fuck me. Bare,” she adds with a wicked smile, and I swear I get even harder. “Now!”

I grin, giving her a quick, hard kiss as I lower my body to hers again. My dick is pressed against her now, and I feel Sloane grind against me, letting out a frustrated noise because instead of pushing inside her, I shift my hips, grazing my hand from her hip to her breast, cupping it as my thumb brushes over her hardened peak.

“Something wrong?” I tease, kissing the side of her neck.

“Owen,” she murmurs.

Laughing softly, I kiss my way up to her mouth. “Yes?”

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please.”

“Hmmm,” I hum against her lips, chuckling as she pushes her hips up against me. I kiss her again, slow and deep, as my hand slides back down, my fingers trailing over her thigh to her knee, hitching her leg higher. “Open your eyes,” I whisper.

When she does, and our eyes meet, I press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose before lifting my hips and sliding slowly inside her in one long thrust.

“Jesus,” I groan, my eyes practically rolling back in my head at how perfect she feels.

“Yes,” Sloane murmurs, hooking her leg over my hip. “So good. So, so good.”

“Perfect,” I whisper, kissing her again as I start to move, pulling out before pushing inside her in long, deep thrusts. “So fucking perfect, Sloane,” I say, resting my forearms on either side of her head.

She smiles against my mouth, pushing up into me, her body already so in sync with mine as I push into her over and over again. I can feel her nails digging into my back, can hear the low moans that fall from her mouth every time I sink inside her, can feel everything this is doing to her.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur, moving a hand between us. “So fucking wet. God, I need to feel you come, Sloane. Come when I’m inside you.”

“Yes,” she moans as my fingers find her clit, teasing her as I continue to thrust, pushing even deeper inside her.

I move my fingers in time with my hips, riding her, never stopping my kisses as I push her closer and closer. When she starts to clench around me, I up the tempo, my hips meeting hers with every thrust.

“Fuck, Owen, I’m gonna come,” she moans.

“Tell me,” I say, pushing harder.

“Yes, fuck,” she cries, her hips lifting off the bed as she clenches around my dick so tightly, I can’t hold back any longer, pushing deep inside her as I come hard.

“Sloane,” I groan, my dick jerking inside her.

I collapse onto her, both of us breathing hard, our skin hot and slick with sweat. Sloane wraps her arms around me, burying her face against my neck. I feel her smile against my skin, and I laugh.

“You okay?”

Now she’s laughing against my neck, her arms tightening around me, my dick still inside her. “God, yes, that was amazing.”

I lift my head, my eyes meeting hers. I brush some loose strands of hair back, tucking them behind her ear. “It was fucking perfect,” I whisper, kissing her softly.

“It was,” she says, smiling up at me.

I brush my thumb along her lips, my hand cupping her jaw as I stare into her beautiful blue eyes. I want so badly to tell her how amazing I think she is, how crazy in love with her I am, but I don’t. Holding onto the words that I know will probably scare her if I say them this soon.

So instead, I grin, giving her another quick kiss as I say, “Wanna go do it again in the shower?”

The next morning, I wake with Sloane in my arms, just like I have for the past few mornings. Only today, we are both naked, literally nothing between us, and fuck me if it isn’t the greatest thing ever.

“Hmm,” she mumbles, wiggling her ass back against me.

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