Page 96 of Sinful Like Us
She tries to catch her breath, but she watches my erection push against her wet folds.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
Jane lifts her gaze, and as soon as she sees the affection in mine, tears crease the corners of her eyes.
“I love you. I love you.I love you,” I emphasize as I bridge us together, carefully and slowly fitting inside her pussy.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and moans my name into the crook of my arm. High-pitched and staggered.
Fuck, the pressure of Jane around me is mind-numbing. She squeezes and clenches, and I move her body up and down on my shaft.
She gasps, almost choking.
“Breathe, honey.”
Jane puts a hand to her heart like it’s beating out of her chest, involuntary tears soaking her cheeks. My eyes are raw with emotion, and I hold her against me with one hand and use the other to clasp her face. “Breathe.”
I pause and let her gulp air.
She tries to grind on me.
Christ.I grit down, my nerves snapping in pleasure.
“I don’t want to stop,” she says in a single breath. “Keep going.Keep going.Please.”
I rock my hips into her. Gently.
Slowly.
Almost teasingly, and she gasps again, our eyes locked.
I sink deeper. “Would you rather survive with me or without me?”
She clutches my biceps tighter. “With you.”
My muscles sear in magma. “Would you rather live with me or without me?”
“With you.”
Then what are you so afraid of, Jane?
I brace her shoulders to the wall and fuck her harder. Deeper and longer strokes, and I hit a spot that drives her over the edge. Right when she bucks into me, her legs shaking, I press her closer to my chest and I carry her to a twin bed.
Her pussy contracts in pulsating waves around my cock, and I flex my abs to stop from coming.
But I’m throbbing inside Jane, craving a release. I move her off my shaft, and I set her knees on the mattress. She practically collapses on her stomach, melting into a post-climax, and I let her stay in this position and tuck a pillow beneath her hips.
“Mmm,” she says, the cooing noise familiar and approving of my hands and actions.
I kneel behind her, spreading her legs wider, and I pull her ass back and drive into her heat. She tightens and pleasure builds at the new position.
Another high-pitched sound pitches its way out of Jane.
“Fuck,” I grunt.Fuck.
She glances back over her shoulder, lips split apart with each gasp as I ram into her, and I lean forward and kiss the hell out of my girlfriend. She has to arch back, causing me to slide deeper.
“Thatcher,” she gasps against my mouth.
