Page 61 of The Soulmate Theory


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The first two thrusts were punishingly slow. Tender and timid. Filling me until I could fit all of him inside. On the third thrust, he slammed into the hilt, hitting my innermost walls. That warmth bloomed inside my core once more.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. “So perfectly tight. So wet.Fuck.” He growled into my mouth, “It’s like you were made just for me.”

An accompanying moan was the only response I could produce. His tongue plunged into the depths of my throat, kissing me deeper than he ever had before. He unleashed himself on me completely as his thrusts became rapid. Those inhuman sounds tore from his throat too, mixing with mine as our mouths danced together.

I believed that some things were always meant to happen. That certain points in time had always existed– since the beginning of it. That no decision, no force, no power, could stop those moments from existing.

This was one of those moments.

He and I. Since the start. Since those atoms went soaring across the Universe. He and I were there. This moment has always been. Will always be.

I watched his eyes, every imaginable color swirling within them, as he slid into me again in a powerful thrust, pausing as he buried himself inside me.

My body, my mind, my own name became foreign to me. There was only him. He pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting in again. Harder. Deeper. With purpose. Nothing existed except for that. The feeling of him within me. The heat. That building pressure, pounding like a drum between us.

Forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Mouth to mouth. We didn’t kiss. We only breathed. Breathing life into each other. Into this moment.

“I love you, Penelope.” Those words came right out of his chest and up his throat, into mine. I swallowed them as if I’d die without them.

That pressure continued rising as he gripped my hips and slammed into me. His arms moved up the backside of my thighs until they reached my knees. He pushed both legs forward, knees met my shoulders, spreading me wider as his strokes went deeper. Deeper than I thought possible, deeper than I could comprehend. Reaching a place I hadn’t known was even there, my toes curled and my body tightened. My nails dug into his back, feeling his muscles tense as he worked inside of me.

Something heavy felt like it was buzzing at the center of my thighs. Like it was stuck inside a box and needed to be released. A type of release I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced before.

Carter held my legs up, somehow navigating deeper still. His strokes became unrelenting as he drove into me, unyielding as he pulled out and crashed into me once again. Over and over.

He spoke with every powerful thrust, “Every second,”

“Every minute,”

“Every breath I take.”

He pulled out near completely, bringing his face back lightly so he could look at me. “I love you.” He drove into me. “Ifuckinglove you.”

That heavy buzz burst like a dam. Flying through my chest, expelling between my legs and out of my mouth as I cried his name. Every muscle tensed around him. My face found his neck, my legs found his hips as climax ripped through me, tearing me apart.

Stars exploded in my mind.

Planets collided.

The entire Universe ruptured.

He lifted my hips at an angle, and plummeted with one final, all-consuming thrust. My head fell backwards, baring my neck to him as I tried to remember where I was, who I was. Remember anything at all. I couldn’t see, or hear, or think. I could only feel.

Until his mouth found the hollow of my throat and he moaned, “Fuck, Penelope. Fuck.Fuck.” The rasp in his voice undid me.

Maybe fuck is my favorite word after all.

I unraveled around him, melting into him entirely. Never-ending waves of pleasure cascaded over me. Those exploding stars pouring down like infinite rainfall.

I could never have enough of this.

Nothing else would ever compare.

He shuddered as he came. He whispered my name into my neck again and again. Until he had stopped spilling himself. Until we both came down from the stars. He didn’t pull out. I didn’t release the hold my legs had around his hips, my arms around his neck. His mouth stayed on my throat. For an eternity we stayed there, only breathing. It was a comfortable silence. The kind I could live in forever.

Through heavy breaths he said, “That was… that was.” He paused. “Otherworldly.”

I nodded. “Yes.” I couldn’t think of any other response, any other way to describe it myself. Only, “Yes.”

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