He held me close as my body trembled with aftershocks, his arms steady, grounding me while I floated in the haze of release.
When my breathing slowed, he shifted— pulling me gently, positioning my hips beneath him. His lips found mine, and I tasted myself on him— warm, wild, intimate, consuming. He deepened his kiss as he slid inside me. A gasp escaped my lips, swallowed by his mouth as he pushed his whole length in a single thrust.
He filled me completely, reverently. It felt like he was home.
“I love you…” I whispered when he pulled back, my voice barely a breath.
He kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips again, all while his hips began to move— his thrusts were slow at first, then faster, deeper. He lifted my legs, guiding them over his shoulders, adjusting my body with pra
