Page 78 of Make Me Swoon

I move slowly, letting her adjust and get used to us moving together. Soon she’s bracing her feet against the bed and raising her hips to meet my gentle thrusts.

She’s so slick and wet, like liquid velvet wrapped around my dick and it takes all of my willpower not to come.

Phoenix’s mouth is open, her eyes dazed as I grind the base of my cock against her sweet nub.

“That feels…” she trails off, not finishing her sentence.

“Good?” I ask, but she doesn’t answer me.

Seeing her so lost in pleasure has my balls drawing up tight and I know that I’m close to coming.

I need her to come with me, so I balance on one hand, reaching between us to rub her slick clit. It just takes a few quick circles before her orgasm hits her.

Her pussy clamps down around the head of my cock, and I remember to cover her mouth with mine before she can scream my name as she comes undone.

I find my own release with her and coming inside of her snug warmth is the single greatest feeling.

I want to tell her that I love her, but I’m worried that she won’t believe me. It’s too fast. Isn’t it?

I pull out of her and roll to my side so that I don’t crush her. Phoenix is flushed and drowsy as she cuddles closer to me and my heart melts as she tucks her hand beneath her chin and closes her eyes.

She’s perfect.

And now she’s all mine.

TEN

Phoenix

Wakingup in bed next to Jameson the next morning is surreal. His hair is mussed from sleep and my fingers, and I bite my lip as I smirk at what dirty thoughts that conjures up.

He looks so peaceful when he’s asleep. Usually, he’s always moving. He’s either headed out to train, going for a run, or playing with Faith. I don’t know that I’ve ever really seen him sit still, except for movie night.

I raise my hand, intending to run it through his hair, when I hear Faith starting to stir in her own room.

“Oh shit,” I whisper, shaking Jameson awake.

“Huh?” he mumbles groggily.

“Faith is awake,” I hiss at him and that seems to chase away the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh crap,” he says.

Then he’s in motion.

He leaps from my bed, grabbing up all of his clothes and running for the door. He changes his mind at the last minute and turns, running back over to me.

“Morning. You look pretty,” he says in a rush, and I laugh as he gives me a quick kiss.

He dashes for the door, and I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I need to get dressed before Faith comes looking for me.

I’m just tugging on a clean pair of pajama pants when my door opens and Faith comes in, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Morning,” she mumbles and I smile.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Can we have pancakes for breakfast?” she asks hopefully and I grin.

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