Too close.
“Fuck, Ayla, fuck!” he groaned, yanking the pillow from his face. “I’m about to come, baby. I’m about to come.”
I didn’t stop.
Didn’t pull away.
His entire body went still, every muscle locked tight, his abs rippling, his fists clenched, his jaw tensed in a silent cry.
And then, he let go.
A long, guttural groan tore from his lips, his body shuddering beneath me as I took everything he gave.
Only when he lay completely boneless against the bed, his breaths ragged, his limbs heavy, did I slowly release him.
For a moment, he didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
His chest rose and fell, his lips parted, struggling to pull in air.
I smirked.
Then, I drizzled more of the oil into my palm, wrapping my fingers around his softening shaft.
And stroked.
His body jerked beneath my touch, his breath catching.
“Shit,” he exhaled as I climbed over him, straddling his waist.
His hands immediately gripped my hips, his fingers digging in as I dragged my slick heat over him, teasing. “Damnnn, baby. Damn.”
Our wedding night and honeymoon were the first times we’d made love without a condom.
And while I was still on the pill, a part of me looked forward to the day when this—us, together, like this—would lead to something more.
To something we created.
I sank down slow, my body molding around him, my walls stretching to fit him perfectly.
His pupils dilated, his jaw slacked.
I smirked. “I told you I’d get you back, right?”
Hassani laughed lazily, then groaned, his hands tightening on my waist.
I rolled my hips, shuddering each time his erection grazed my most sensitive places.
His heat, his slick skin against mine, the way he rubbed against my clit with every motion.
It sent rolling pleasure shooting up my spine.
Hassani’s grip tightened, his fingers digging in as he met my rhythm, thrusting up into me with well-timed strokes.
“Damn,” he drawled, baring his teeth as I picked up speed. “I don’t ever wanna wake up from this shit, baby.”
As his hands roamed over me, as the waves whispered against the shore, I thought…