I pause instantly, searching her eyes.
She exhales a shaky laugh. “Just—slow down. I want to remember this.”
Something in my chest pulls tight. “Yeah,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers. “Me too.”
I take my time, relearning every inch of her, tracing the curves I already know by heart. She melts beneathme, arching, responding to every touch, every kiss. When I finally press her into the mattress, her blonde hair spilling over the pillows, she’s all I can see, all I want.
“You’re unreal,” I murmur, trailing a kiss along her jaw.
She rolls her eyes, smiling as she pulls me down again. “Less talking, more kissing.”
I smirk. “Bossy.”
Her laugh is lost between us as I claim her mouth again, deep and slow, a rhythm that drowns out the rest of the world.
“Alfie...” She gasps as I trace a path down her stomach, my lips following the soft rise and fall of her breath.
I look up at her, “What do you need, baby?”
“You.” She breathes. “Always you.”
Those words ignite something primal within me. I surge up to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all my love and desire into it. Tara responds eagerly, her hands roaming my back, nails lightly scraping my skin.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “God, Tara, I love you so much.”
Her eyes widen.Fuck, you’re not supposed to tell a girl you love her for the first time when she’s naked right?
“Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve waited for the right moment, but fuck, Tara, it’s true.”
Tara’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears, a radiant smile spreading across her face. She cups my cheek tenderly, her thumb brushing against my lips.
“Alfie,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you too. So much.”
Relief and joy flood through me. I capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, trying to convey everything I’mfeeling. Tara responds with equal fervor, her body arching into mine.
When we finally break apart, both breathless, she lets out a soft laugh. “You know, I think this might actually be the perfect moment.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Naked and sweaty?”
“Honest,” she corrects, running her fingers through my hair. “Raw. Just us, no pretenses.”
I can’t help but smile. “Leave it to you to find the poetry in my awkward timing.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead. “But you’re right. It feels right.”
Tara’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “You know what else would feel right?”
“What’s that?” I ask, though I have a pretty good idea.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “If you finish what you started.”
I grin, trailing kisses down her neck. “As you wish, Tink.”
It’s different this time - more intense, more meaningful. Every touch, every kiss is charged with our newly spoken love. Tara’s fingers dig into my shoulders as she arches beneath me, her breathy moans filling the air.
“Alfie”—she gasps, her eyes locked on mine—“I’m close.”
I increase my pace, feeling my own release building. “Let go, Tink,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “I want to feel you come undone.”
With a soft cry, Tara writhes and releases beneath me, her body trembling. The sight of her lost in ecstasy pushes me over the edge, and I empty inside of her, her name on my lips.
