Up.
There.
Her mewls hit my ears.
She digs her fingers into my hair as her toes curl into the bed and her thighs shake. I hold her legs down, listening to her pants growing closer and closer together.
She comes apart loudly.
Trembling.
Gasping.
I crawl back over her and kiss her again. She sucks on my bottom lip, tasting herself and groaning softly. Her fingers paw at my pants, a silent directive for more.
Moving briskly, I unbutton my jeans.
Push them down.
Grab protection.
Her lips hit my ear in a taunt whimper as we connect.
As we become one.
In that moment, I feel a fierce protectiveness welling inside me.
I can’t let anything hurt this woman.
Even me.
Especially me.
I take Asia’s hands and rest them on either side of her head, pushing them deeper into the pillows until they almost sink to the mattress. Our fingers lock tightly as I take her higher.
Sweat dampens the sheets.
Her body arches off the mattress.
I grunt as she moans for me. As she meets me there.
In that place where time suspends and eternity lasts a moment.
The bond that connects us pulls to the point of snapping.
Faster.
Harder.
More.
I move my fingers off her wrists.
Sink them somewhere sweeter.
Her nails dig into my back.
Warmth floods my soul as she kisses me.