Page 61 of Make It Burn

He stills and collapses onto his back on the mattress. “Damn. That was ...” he trails off, catching his breath, his hand covering his heart. Reaching down, he takes off his condom before tying it off and throwing it in the bin near the bed.

Wrapping my arms and legs tight around his waist, I pull him against me. We are drenched in each other’s sweat, and I love it.

“Babe, I’m crushing you,” he says, before kissing my neck.

“No, you’re not. Don’t let go.”

Pushing his hair behind his ear, he leans into my touch, stretching and moving onto his side, taking me with him.

“I’m never going to let you go.” Brushing his thumb over my heated cheek, he pulls my chin toward him. When his lips touch mine, I whimper as his cock slides over my wetness. He drapes a leg over mine, aligning us. We lie there for over an hour talking, and laughing. Leaning in he kisses my forehead.

“Make love to me again,” I whisper, my lips and tongue tracing the shell of his ear as he shudders under my touch. Staring deep into my eyes, he starts reciting our wedding vows, his voice laced with emotion.

“I will, but not before I promise you this again. I vow to love you, to walk this road together, to climb mountains. To carry your hurt, to ease your pain. To never give up.” He kisses the side of my upturned mouth before caressing my cheek.

“You’re my best friend, the calm in the storm I’ve been chasing. I promise to give you forever until I draw my last breath.” Suddenly shy, he says, “I love you.”

I kiss him, promising him everything I have to give him in return.

We make sweet love the whole night, feeling and tasting each other. There is no rush, only the burning sensation of having found a love that changes us.

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