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Life is easy.
Being with him is easy.
My body fills with pleasure. It spreads from my core all the way to my fingers and toes.
He strokes me with an even rhythm. Again, and again, and again. An orgasm wells up inside me. It's so tight, so tense, so fucking amazing.
I bring my mouth to his ear and moan his name again and again. A wave of pleasure washes over me. Every bit of tension in my body releases.
It feels so fucking good.
He kisses me. I sink into him, my chest against him, my thighs against his. I can still feel him—hard through his jeans.
I grind my crotch against his. "Fuck me. Please."
His eyes are heavy with desire. "I fucking missed you." He tugs at my dress, exposing my breasts. He flings my bra aside. "I'm been going out of my mind thinking about you."
"Like this?"
He pulls my dress lower. "Like everything." He grabs my hips and lifts me. "This is going to be quicker than I'd like."
"I don't care." I shift closer to him. "As long as you're inside me."
"Mhmm." He unzips his jeans, shoves his boxers aside, and wraps his hand around his cock.
Yes, please. I shift my hips so I'm hovering over him. He grabs me, bringing me down hard.
I gasp as Miles enters me. It's like coming home, like I'm exactly where I need to be. I grab his shoulders and shift over him, pushing him deeper.
He sinks his nails into my ass, guiding me. His eyes find mine. He's staring at me, through me. Before, it was too much. But it feels right. I see him, everything inside him. He's not honest yet, not mine yet, but maybe we can get there.
He presses his palm against my back, bringing my breasts to his mouth. His lips close around my nipple.
Pleasure floods my body. He's so much better than I remembered. He's perfect.
He sucks on me as he fucks me. I squeeze my thighs, pressing my hands against his shoulders for leverage. My body screams. I never want this to end. Never.
I dig my hands into his hair, holding him close. Everything else about this relationship is a mess, but this is perfect.
Here, we're perfect.
I groan, arching my back to push him deeper. My heart thuds. My breath is strained. Pleasure wells up inside me again. It's so tense, so tight, so much.
Miles sinks his teeth into my nipple, a tiny hint of pain. Then his eyes are on mine. He's looking at me like he loves me. I almost believe him.
I arch until he's deeper, until he's as deep as he'll go. One more thrust, one more tug at the knot inside me, and an orgasm washes over me. It's harder, more intense, and it takes everything I have to resist screaming his name.
Miles claws at my back. He holds my body against his as he thrusts into me.
He lets out a heavy moan.
He groans and shakes and scrapes his nails against my skin.
He's about to come. I can feel it in his body, hear it in his voice. Pressure wells up in me again. I'm making him come. I'm bringing him all this pleasure.
"Mhmm."
He holds me against him as he fucks me. It's hard and fast. I have to squeeze his shoulders to stay upright.
