Page 61 of Full Throttle

“Yes,” she pleaded, grinding herself on my hard cock. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” I hissed as she tugged on the waistband of my boxers. I lifted my hips so she could push away the offending material and settle herself back on my thighs, her smooth skin rubbing on my coarser legs.

I kissed her again, holding her close, needing her heat to warm me. I tangled my hand into her thick hair, loving the feeling of her curls on my skin. I fisted the long locks, groaning in satisfaction as she gripped me, guiding me into her body. We both stilled as I slid in, our eyes locked, the connection between us growing stronger every second. Nothing compared to being inside her. Feeling her wrapped around me. The way her muscles gripped me tightly. The feeling of home in being so intimate with her. Never had I experienced a connection the way I did with Cherry.

She gripped my shoulders as she began to move. Slowly rolling her hips, holding me inside her body, taking me deeper. I grabbed her hips, guiding her. Needing to be as connected with her as possible. Our movements were slow. Gradual. Building. We never separated, moving together, holding each other. Close, always close. Our gazes locked in the dim light, her love blazing from her eyes. I knew mine met her passion with the same intensity. We didn’t talk, our sounds filling the room. The creak of the sofa, the rubbing of the fabric around us. Her soft whimpers, my needy groans. Her name a breath from my mouth, mine whispered like a prayer from hers. I worshipped her the way she deserved to be worshipped, giving her everything I could offer with my body. I slipped a hand between us, teasing her clit, and she came, stiffening her spine and strangling my cock. I rode it out, wanting more from her. For her. I pulled her mouth back to mine, kissing her deeply. Capturing her oxygen and using it as my own. She returned my kisses with a passion that shocked me. Delighted me on every level. She began to move faster, her moans and whimpers getting louder. I wrapped an arm around her waist, the pleasure beginning to wind through my body. My balls drew up, color exploding behind my eyes as I orgasmed, locked inside her so deeply, I knew I was about to be blown away with pleasure.

I shattered, soaring high, not caring about the fallout. She screamed her release into my mouth, and we succumbed together, burning bright. Hot. Filled with love, desire, and, finally, completion. Never had I experienced such intensity. Never had an orgasm gone on so long.

Until we hit the ground.

Shivering, shaking, holding each other tightly.

Unable to speak. To move.

To try to explain what had just happened.

Because no words could properly express the intensity and emotion of it.

I pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and draped it around us. We sat utterly motionless and silent, me still inside her, not wanting to move.

Until she cleared her throat.

“Wow.”

I pressed a kiss to her head. “Wow is right.”

“I’m not sure what that was. Aside from amazing.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

She yawned, cuddling into my chest. “We should go to bed.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you think you could sleep now?”

“I’m not sure I can move.”

“Then we’ll stay here.”

I chuckled. “That can’t be too comfortable.”

“I’m okay.”

With a Herculean effort, I stood, not surprised to find my legs shook. “I need you to be more than okay.”

“Don’t trip on your underwear.”

That made me laugh, and somehow, I kicked them off from my ankles, carried her to bed, and crawled in after her. She wrapped her arms around me, and I rested my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.

“I love you, Cherry.”

I felt her smile.

“I know.”

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