Page 114 of Painted Truths

“Take all of me.”

And I do. Pulling myself up until only the head remains inside, I push back down faster and faster with each downward thrust.

Reaching his hand behind me, he grasps my long hair, wrapping it around his hands once, then twice before tugging it back, forcing me to arch against him, displaying my neck to his ravenous gaze.

Pressing open-mouthed kisses all along my bare skin, he drives me wild with need as I grind my pussy against his groin with every thrust. My low moans give way to much louder, less inhibited cries of pleasure, each sound from my hoarse throat encouraging Henry to push up into me harder. Faster. Deeper. Until he begins hitting that sweet spot inside that's almost too painful to be pleasurable.

Almost, but not quite.

"Shatter for me, Peach. Come all over me. Soak me, baby. Drown me in your sweetness."

It's as though his words are the impetus for my climax. My eyes roll back in my head, loudly proclaiming my pleasure, uncaring of anyone or anything but this moment, here and now.

"Yes! Yes! Harder, more, yes!" My words set off something inside of him as he begins to hammer upwards, driving into me, drawing my orgasm out further until I feel I may just pass out from the force of it.

From the force of his full body worship.

His cock pulses inside my tight channel, unloading stream after stream of his seed into my greedy pussy. The feeling of taking what he gives me sends another smaller orgasm rippling through me as we both shudder to delicious completion.

Coming back to earth, Henry lets go of my hair still clenched in his fist, allowing me to roll my neck before dropping his hand to my bare ass, drawing lazy circles along one exposed globe.

"Let's stay just like this forever." His quiet words, barely a murmur, reach my ears, making my heart skip a beat at the honest sincerity in his voice.

"Please, Peaches."

I can feel his hardness still pulsing oh-so-sexily deep inside me as we stay connected in the most intimate of ways before I reluctantly move, only for Henry's arms to tighten around me.

Turning his head so that his green orbs penetrate deep down into my soul, I feel a rush of air leave his body as his voice breaks the sweet silence surrounding us.

"Move in with me."

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Henry

Having received snaps from Peaches earlier in the day and knowing she was having the time of her life, I'd sourced the number for her friend's salon. Both girls had been only too happy to go along with my idea.

At Josie's suggestion, I'd booked the roof terrace of the swankiest new bar in the city and had arranged to have what I've now come to think of as our song piped over the speakers. The initial plan had been to ask her to move in—a little quick if you reasoned that we'd only just started this thing between us officially, but not quick at all when I put the extent of my obsession for the last two fucking years into context.

If only she knew.

But instead, we'd succumbed to our base desires, proceeding to fuck like animals, heedless of everything outside of our bubble.

This woman consumes me, and I'll gladly allow her to if it means she will keep me.

Stay with me.

Be mine.

Coming down from the heights our bodies have been driven to, I cradle the love of my life in my arms, my eyes blowing wide as I realise that's exactly what she is.

The love of my life.

I love her.

A feeling more potent than anything I've felt before flows through my veins, igniting my body and setting my soul on fire, knowing I'd give anything, that I'd give everything I own for her to love me back. Knowing that if I could just have one taste of her brand of loving, I'd be filled to capacity for the rest of my days.

And so, cock still buried deep in her hot, wet core, I blurt out the words in my heart as my gaze meets her navy blue one, taking in everything about this moment.