Page 84 of Take This Heart
“I’ve never seen a body so perfect,” she says.
“Take a look in the mirror and you will. Come here.”
I tug her closer. Her hands span across my chest and lower until they’re squeezing my cheeks. She looks up at me and grins.
“Wow,” she says.
I slide my hand between her legs, smiling when I feel how wet she is, and I dip a finger inside for a second before bringing it out, only to glide over her sweet spot and dip inside again. I do that until she’s squirming and I add another finger, my thumb doing tiny circles where she wants. I take my time, watching every reaction, and loving every second. I can feel it when she’s close and I don’t stop.
“Take it, Goldie. Take all you want.”
Her head falls back and she cries out, her eyes squeezing shut as she comes. It’s a sight to behold. When I slowly pull my fingers out of her, she lowers her head to my chest and takes a deep breath.
“Who knew you’d be such a giver?” she says.
I lift her and toss her on the bed and she’s still laughing when I crawl over her.
“I need more of your sassy strawberry mouth,” I say, kissing her.
I kiss her until she’s greedy for me, her hands roaming all over me. I feel drunk on her. I grab a condom and roll it on as she watches, her chest rising and falling fast. When I lower my body onto hers, we both gasp. I look at her and her hands cradle my face, her thumbs stroking my jaw.
“Hi,” she whispers.
I rest my forehead against hers. “Hi.”
My first dip inside is slow, but there is an immediate spark.
“Oh,” she says.
“I want to kiss you and I don’t want to stop looking at you,” I tell her.
“Let’s do this all night. Please.” She bites her lip when I go deeper.
“Is this okay? We can go slow.”
She nods. “We’re just beginning and I never want to stop.”
My dick jerks at those words and I go a little deeper.
“Breathe,” I say.
She does and relaxes a little more around me, allowing me deeper.
I lean down and kiss her, getting lost in her kisses, in how good this feels, until I’m all the way inside. We both moan when I get there.
“I’m so full,” she says. “And it’s so, so good.”
She arches into me, and we begin to move. It’s a torturous, slow pace, our eyes locked on each other. When I start to slide out slowly and then fill her up, I feel her clench around me each time. It’s too good. I won’t be able to last as long as I want to. The pace builds. I kiss her cheek, the corner of her mouth, her neck. Her nails scrape my back in a way that makes me curse as I bury my face into her neck. And then when I don’t think I can take it another second, I lift up so I can watch her as I start a relentless rhythm. Her mouth falls open and her tits bounce as I thrust and thrust, again and again.
She whispers my name and then says it louder. “Don’t stop,” she cries.
I thrust deeper, loving the way her body responds to mine, like every part of us is in tune with each other. When she comes again, pulsing around me, I groan her name and follow, feeling like I might pass out with how hard I come.
For a moment, neither of us moves. Our breathing is synced as we stare at each other. I lean down to my forearms and smooth her hair away, and then I kiss her, soft and sweet. When I shift onto my side, I take her with me and we lie there, facing each other. Her fingers trace over my chest, and I play with her hair.
“Was that as amazing for you as it was for me?” I finally ask.
“I don’t know. Was it a completely euphoric experience, unlike any other you’ve ever had?”
