Page 74 of My Only

She pursed her lips, looking away.

The song ended, then started over. I’d put it on repeat. Planned to keep holding her, keep swaying, even if we stayed up all night. I just couldn’t let her go to bed mad at me.

So I leaned in and kissed her.

It started as a simple peck. That was the plan.

But the second our lips touched, it was over.

Ayla moaned, and I did too, our mouths parting, tongues meeting in a slow, deep kiss.

Soft caresses turned into something more, like they always did.

I guided her back toward the bed, keeping my lips on hers as she fell onto the mattress with a breathy giggle. But then she was moaning again—me on top of her, her fingers dragging along my shoulders as I kissed a path from her jaw to her neck.

She arched slightly, letting me pull her cami over her head, and I immediately took her nipple into my mouth.

“Hassani,” she sighed, her voice melting into the music.

I groaned against her skin, flicking my tongue over her soft nipple before giving the other the same attention.

Rising slightly, I yanked my white tee over my head, tossing it aside, then trailed kisses down her stomach as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them off.

She lifted her hips to help me.

Then I spread her thighs, pushed them back, and buried my mouth between them.

Ayla gasped, her back arching against the mattress as her fingers grabbed the back of my head.

“Happily Ever After” played softly in the background, her moans mixing with the song’s melody.

I groaned at the taste of her on my tongue—sweet, warm, already slick for me.

She lifted her head, watching as I twirled my tongue over the soft pink bundle of nerves that made her body tremble.

“Mmm-hmm,” she whispered, her lips parting, her dark eyes half-lidded as she held my stare. “That feels so good, baby.”

That look alone made my dick throb.

Her head fell back, her body shifting against my mouth, chasing pleasure, rolling her hips as I licked her, sucked her, made her come on my tongue.

I groaned at the feel of her pulsing against my lips.

My hands pressed into her thighs, holding her open, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

Her moans turned breathless, and she shuddered, legs tightening around my head as she let go.

And I wasn’t close to done.

The moment she collapsed against her pillow, chest rising and falling, body spent, I climbed on top of her—sinking into her wet heat, hands-free.

“Mmm,” I exhaled, shuddering as her velvet soft walls stretched to take me in then wrapped tight around me. “Damn.”

Ayla’s body came alive again beneath me, her mouth parting, her eyes locking onto mine.

“I love you so much,” I whispered, drinking her in. “You know that right, baby?”

She nodded, breath hitching as I rolled my hips in slow, desperate strokes, not caring about the time or that we had places to be in just a few hours.

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