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When she comes flush to my thighs I know I’m wholly inside. Buried deep in her core. I feel her all the way to my hilt, feel the heat that spreads from my center out into my fingertips. My toes curl in my boots and I can’t seem to breathe.
We both pause, hanging in a moment of time that neither of us can ignore. A moment so crystal clear, so purely physical, that it has us both racing for breath. Our eyes clash, our stares hold. Neither of us seems willing to even kiss the other for fear of breaking the connection.
Slowly, Lizzie’s hips begin to rock.
“Uh. Ah… Lizzie…”
They lift up, long and slow. Then she thrusts back down. Her head falls back, her lips part on a silent moan. I dig my fingers into the softness of her hips, holding her as she rides me. Up, down. Up, down.
With every stroke, she steals the breath from my lungs. With every draw, she milks my self-control for all its worth. The slick sound of sex fills the air.
We’re connected only in that one spot, but it feels like so much more. As if she’s stroking every inch of my skin. She’s a warmth and a hum, running the length of my nerves. A calming wash of sensation that soothes as much as it arouses.
“Oh God…”
Dammit, but this is insane.
I’ve had good sex before. Whether slow or fast it’s always the same. A race to the finish and a challenge to send the sparks higher and hotter. Like a game.
But this time… This time there is no game. It’s the connection that’s the destination. This time, it’s the sex itself. Every damp and slippery sound, every bated breath… I can feel Lizzie above me like she’s emitting ripples of heat: heavy, pulsing waves that invade my brain and make it hard to think.
I feel her thighs taut around mine, her palm braced on my chest. Her hair has fallen loose, flowing back and forth with every thrust.
It’s slow. It’s deliberate. And it’s earth-shattering.
As I lean up to kiss her hungrily, stroking at the shape of her breasts in the darkness, only one thought breaks through the fog of it all. Only one realization is sharp enough to surface somewhere beneath the haze of desire…
What is happening here isn’t sex. It isn’t casual.
This, I know deep down, is lovemaking.
