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“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” I reply gruffly, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, my gaze fixed on the enticing glimpse of lace bra underneath.
Ciara lets out a soft moan, her breath catching as I trail my fingers down her stomach, teasingly brushing over the lace fabric until she pushes me away playfully. “Hey, slow down there, big guy,” she giggles, shimmying out of her clothes until she stands naked before me.
Her curves are even more breathtaking up close and personal - full hips, round ass, and perky breasts that make my mouth water. I lick my lips, unable to resist tasting her for just a moment. Leaning in, I plant a gentle kiss on one soft mound before standing up and taking off my clothes just as quickly, revealing my toned torso covered in ink.
We climb onto the bed together, our skin sliding against each other’s in an almost painful kind of pleasure. The smell of sea salt mixed with her sweet perfume fills the room as we cuddle under the soft sheets and fluffy comforter. “This is perfect,” Ciara murmurs, running her fingers through my hair.
Our bodies intertwine, our heartbeats syncing even more as we stare into each other’s eyes. Before I know it, we’re lost in a world of desire, our hands exploring new terrain, our moans and gasps echoing off the walls. The sound of the ocean outside mixes with the rhythmic slapping of our skin against each other’s, creating a sensual melody. She tastes like raw honey, sweet yet slightly bitter on my tongue as we share passionate kisses that leave us both panting for air.
Ciara’s nails dig into my back, her hips bucking against me in a primal dance that has me wanting more - more of her moans, more of her warmth, more of her silken skin on mine. I kiss my way down her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone and across her chest, sucking on her nipples until they harden under my tongue. She arches her back in response, meeting my movements with her own, pushing me closer to the edge.
I shift between her thighs, my fingers finding her wetness as I taste her, my other hand grabbing onto her ass and pulling her towards me. She’s so warm, so soft, so fucking perfect. She gasps my name as I tease her clit, her body shaking underneath me. It’s intoxicating, this power I have over her - the power she willingly gives me.
Our thrusts become harder, more desperate. I feel the bed groaning beneath us as we find our rhythm, our bodies moving in harmony in this dance of lust. We’re both breathing heavily now, our skin slick with sweat from the relentless heat between us. And then, it hits me - I love how she feels, how she tastes, how she responds to me. I whisper it against her ear, my voice hoarse from need.
“I love you too,” she breathes back, her nails digging into my shoulders.
We climax together in a symphony of moans and groans, our love story continuing to unfold with each passing second.
Afterwards, we’re curled up in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding wildly against each other’s chests. Ciara’s soft snores fill the air as she drifts off to sleep while I watch her, my fingers idly tracing patterns on her skin. She looks so peaceful in my arms - this woman who has stolen my heart and shattered every wall I’ve ever built around myself.
Morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow over her skin as she stirs awake, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth when she sees me watching her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I murmur, my voice rough with sleep deprivation.
“Good morning, handsome,” she replies with a yawn.
I slip out of bed to make us some coffee and breakfast, my mind already racing with plans for the day ahead. As I cook, I can’t help but smile to myself. I never thought I could feel this way about someone so quickly, but Ciara has a way of making everything seem possible.
“Careful,” I hear her chuckle from the doorway. “Or you’ll have me blushing again.”
I turn around to see her leaning against the frame in nothing but a towel, water dripping from her wet hair falling down her back. She walks over to me and wraps the towel around my waist, her fingers lingering on my hips as she traces circles over my bare chest.
“How about some breakfast in bed?” she suggests mischievously.
I nod, feeling a wave of desire wash over me at the thought of having her so close once more.
We make our way back to the bed together, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we climb in between the cool sheets. The smell of coffee fills the air as I set up a tray on the bedside table and pull out some food from the nightstand. Ciara takes a sip of her coffee before diving into the pancakes, her eyes shining with delight at the taste.
“This is perfect,” she says between bites.
We talk idly about our plans for the day, filling each other in on our lives and sharing stories from our pasts. She tells me about growing up in a big family with six siblings and how she always felt like the odd one out because of her skin color. It breaks my heart to think of her feeling alone, but at the same time, it only makes me love her more for being so strong despite it all.
As we finish our meal, I lean in close, our lips just barely touching, as we share a piece of pancake. The taste of maple syrup and butter mingling with each other’s breath as we savor the sweetness. We linger there for a moment, lost in the moment’s intimacy.
“Are you ready?” I whisper.
“For what?” she asks, her voice husky with anticipation.
I stand up from the bed, my body towering over hers as I slowly undo the button of my pants. Her eyes follow every movement, hungrily devouring me. “For round two,” I say with a smirk.
Ciara’s eyes go wide before she quickly stands up herself, undoing her dress and letting it fall to the floor. Her curves are even more breathtaking than I remember them being last night. My hands trace the outline of her full hips and lower down to her ass cheeks, squeezing them gently. She gasps softly and steps closer, pressing her body against mine.
I lean down and capture her bottom lip with mine, my tongue teasing the seam as my hands explore every inch of her supple flesh. She moans into the kiss, her hands finding their way up my chest and holding onto my shoulders. Her skin is like silk under my fingertips, sending shivers down my spine.
We break apart, panting heavily. “You are so beautiful,” I murmur against her neck, kissing a trail of kisses down to her collarbone. She shivers at my touch, arching into me as I make my way lower still. My teeth graze against her soft skin, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest.
Ciara reciprocates, eagerly undressing me and reveling in every inch of my exposed skin. We’re both shaking with desire now, our bodies almost desperate for each other. I feel her warm hand wrap around me, stroking slowly and expertly. I gasp at the right touch in the right place, my hips bucking into her hand involuntarily.
