Page 77 of Hard To Love

My fingers whispered along the back of his neck as he drew me in for a kiss. Heat surged through me as he hardened his mouth against mine making every nerve build with pressure. Our bodies were a tangled mess, our moans grew loud, and my need for him only intensified. His palms fanned my breasts, while my fingers searched for the zipper to his jeans. ‘Getting you home’ by Chris Young was playing through the Bluetooth speakers while I rocked my body against his. There was nothing graceful about my need. I wanted him so damned bad it was physically painful.

Somehow, I managed to spring his erection free from the confines of his pants. Seeing the look of heat in his eyes I wasted no time and slowly sunk myself down on him as my muscles tightened around his hard length.

“No underwear?” He asked with a hint of approval in his voice.

“I figured they would only get in the way.” I confessed on bated breath.

We started out slow, keeping a perfect pace with each other. In time, his urgency started to quicken, pushing harder and faster with each stroke. I responded to the intense pleasure with my fingers tightening their grip into his back. My nails were pressed in so tight that I was sure he would have marks there tomorrow. He buried his face into my neck, as his skillful hands started to pull my hair back with his lips searching for mine, taking every last breath I had to give him.

His warm expert mouth covered my nipple as he slammed into me with a sudden, deep thrust. I heard myself moan his name somewhere during the thick fog of lust. He deliberately pulled back, pausing a few seconds before he hammered into me again. He was filling me up with every thick, glorious inch of him and he couldn’t get any deeper if he tried. I started to get lost in the feeling as his mouth silenced my building moans. His breath hitched in the back of his throat as I looked into his darkened eyes whilehe plunged into me over and over again, crying out my name.

His release consumed my body as his chest shuddered beneath me. I closed my eyes and tried to allow my breathing to return to normal. Chase’s warm, familiar hands brushed the stray hair off my forehead. His gaze pierced mine with an overwhelming sense of possession.

“I love you.” He whispered against my mouth.

I stared directly into his eyes before bringing my lips down to his. “I love you, too.” And I did, I loved him more than anything else in the entire world. Although he wasn’t my first love I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would be my last.

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