Page 61 of Double Edged Hearts
“Yes…” she says.
On her submission, I take hold of my cock and plunge deep inside her. Her body welcomes me, and she slips her arms around my neck, holding me to her as I pump into her passage. The scent of her fills my nose. It courses through my veins and awakens every cell in my body.
It awakens need, lust, desire…love.
I tried not to love her. I tried so damn hard, but I can’t stop.
I don’t want to.
She holds on to me as I start to fuck her harder, pounding into her until I’m so deep it’s like there’s no separation of where she begins and I end. It’s the same.
She runs her hands over my back, feeling my skin, holding me to her as I take her and reclaim her as mine.
I never said goodbye that day when she broke up with me because I couldn’t. I won’t be doing that now.
“Alex…” she moans my name as she comes and arches her back, pushing her breasts into my chest, writhing against my skin, setting me on fire as she comes undone in my arms.
I’ve never wanted or needed a woman more than I want her. Always and never. That’s what she was to me. My forever girl but never mine. It’s time to change that.
I meant it when I said I’m not letting her leave. I was never deluded. I never lived in any deluded fantasy. She always wanted me, and she loved me too.
I don’t care what it takes. I need to keep her in my life.
Her walls tighten around my cock, and I lose the mere control I had. I was barely holding on as it was as I drove into her. Now my thrusts are relentless, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room and fill us too. The scents of sex and of her pleasure drive me insane. Her moans and groans entice me to take her ruthlessly.
Fuck… this woman drives me fucking crazy.
I rut into her body with that raw, carnal, hot animalistic force that fuels me, and we both come together crying out on the wave of passion that claims us in its grasp.
My balls tighten painfully as my cum blows into her body, and even as I come, I still pump until I can’t anymore.
We’re both covered in sweat, the bed is wet with it, and so is her hair. The bra she’s barely wearing is drenched. We’re both breathing hard.
I press my forehead to hers, and we both stare at each other for a few brief moments, then I pull out, moving off her so I don’t crush her with my weight. She rolls into my side, and I slip my arm around her.
I shuffle to face her when she presses her dainty hand to my chest.
We stare at each other, and her gaze clings to mine, holding on just like I am. Never wanting to let go.
“I’m not letting you go,” I tell her. “Don’t ask me to do that, Cora.”
“I… won’t,” she replies, much to my relief.
I catch her face and run my fingers over her slender throat, watching her pulse quicken.
“I love you,” I tell her. Last time, she said it first. It should have been me.
“I love you too. I’ve… loved you since that time so long ago.”
“Which time was that?”
“The first time.”
“It happened then for me too,” I confess.
She moves in to kiss me and we fall into another enchantment of passion that I know will keep us in this bed for a long time.
It’s the kind of spellbinding feeling that wipes your brain clean of everything. Even the things that matter.
I just want to think about her now.
Nothing else.
