Page 154 of My Only

“I haven’t been able to sleep without you,” I whispered against her lips.

“Me neither,” she admitted.

“Let’s not do that anymore,” I said, cradling her face in my hands. “Please, let’s not do that ever again.”

She nodded, and I kissed her again. Deeper this time. More.

We moaned into each other’s mouths, the kiss turning heated, turning desperate, turning into something… more. Because it always did.

I twisted her onto her side, positioning myself behind her.

She gasped, and I groaned as I slid inside, my hand immediately moving to her clit.

“Hassani…” she whispered, her voice breaking into a moan. “Oooh, baby…”

“Yeah, baby,” I whispered back, my lips brushing the back of her ear. “I’ve missed you.”

She turned her head, eyes locking with mine. “I’ve missed you more.”

I kissed her again, swallowing her moans as I rocked into her, her walls gripping me in a way that made me forget everything else.

She twisted in my arms, pushed me onto my back, and straddled me.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto me, taking me in inch by inch, stretching around me.

My head pressed back into the pillow as her heat surrounded me, my hands finding her waist. Holding her steady. Helping her move.

She rode me slow, deep, dragging out the moment, her moans falling in time with every roll of her hips.

Our eyes stayed locked, the connection between us unbreakable. She fought to keep her gaze on mine, but I felt the second the pleasure took her under.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Her head tipped back.

“Mmm,” I moaned, gripping her waist tighter, guiding her. Sliding my hand up to cup her breast as I matched her pace with slow, intentional upstrokes.

The air thickened between us.

The rhythm built.

I sat up, chest to chest with her, then turned, pinning her beneath me.

She gasped as I pushed deeper, her legs wrapping tight around me, heels pressing into my back.

Her nails dragged along my skin, hands searching, gripping.

This was home.

She was my home. My escape. My peace. My everything.

And in this moment, I knew… there was no way she could leave me.

“Oooh, Hassani,” she whimpered. “Oh, God, I’m coming again.”

And so was I.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, locking our bodies together, making her feel me.

I slowed my strokes, dragging it out, savoring the moment, memorizing her.

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