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“Whatever you need.” I cup her face with one hand and claim her lips, savoring her taste. Careful not to hurt her with my weight.
She wriggles her hips, and I pull back in surprise to look at her.
“Okay.” She doesn't need to say more because I get her message clearly.
I pull out of her to enter her slowly again. I tilt my head back at the feeling of her tight cunt deliciously gripping my cock.
“You’re so perfect,” I breathe, my hair damp with sweat. I lean down and move my mouth to her neck and start kissing and sucking in sync with my thrusts. Leaving wet kisses along the column of her neck.
Our breathless moans fill the room as I continue to thrust slowly in and out of her. One of her hands is buried in my hair, her legs wrapped around my hips, urging me to keep going.
The air around us is hazy, and I caress her cheeks so tenderly with my thumb. Her hands slide down my shoulders to my back, fingers clawing marks in their wake.
I thought getting her like this would satisfy my curiosity, but this, this doesn’t feel like meaningless sex. It feels like…like we’re making love.
I quicken my pace, my thrusts becoming more urgent. Her body becomes tighter and tighter with each slam of my hips.
“I’m—,” she gasps loudly. “I’m close.”
She keeps her eyes on me as I drive in deeper into her with each thrust. She only draws her head back and lets out a loud cry as I fuck her through her orgasm.
My lips claimed hers in a hungry, possessive kiss, muffling her moans and whimpers. After a few more thrusts, my hips shudder, and my breathing grew ragged.
“Gianna,” I breathe, her name coming undone with a low groan.
Her core clenches around me again, and I exhale. I drop my head down, smiling.
Both of us are covered in sweat. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, I slowly pull out and toss the condom in the trash, but I don’t move from the bed.
“You okay?” I am concerned because she's silent.
She blinks and smiles softly at me. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she replies more firmly this time. I hum contentedly as she slowly runs her hand through my sweat-matted hair.
Suddenly, despite the beauty of the angel lying beside me, all I feel is the panic rushing through my body like a wildfire. I have never experienced these types of feelings before. The aftermath of sex usually leaves me feeling empty, but not this time.
It makes me feel completely different from the countless people I've been with before. My heart continues to feel full even after I am done having sex. Instead of fearing the emptiness that has become regular to me after these encounters, I am worried about what this means and even more worried about the aftermath.
A knock comes on the door, startling me out of my thoughts.
“Chris, are you in there?”
“Shit!” I whisper with a frown while Gianna stiffens underneath me. It’s Nala.
Chapter 9
Gianna
I don’t know what has come over me. Maybe it’s the fact I'm having sex with my first love, my unrequited love, that I'm feeling too much at once. He is so tender with me that I feel like I can melt in his arms. He is so sweet to me that it confuses me.
Years of tears, anger, and accumulated frustration come to the surface.
My second orgasm crashed over me with more sudden force than the first, moving through my veins with a swiftness that made me cry out, “Chris!”
His grip on my hips tightens as I clench against him, earning a growl from him. There’s something in the way he looks at me as he comes down from the high. Or maybe it’s my wishful thinking playing mind games with me.
