"Fuck." My nails dig into her flesh.
Her hands knot in my hair.
She squeezes me tighter.
I pin her harder.
Kiss her deeper.
She holds my head against hers. She kisses me like she's claiming my mouth. She rocks her hips like she's claiming my body.
She doesn't have to. I'm already hers.
And she's already mine.
And now I'm going to wake up next to her every fucking day.
That's fucking everything.
With my next thrust, my last conscious thought slips away.
We stay locked like that, tongues dancing, limbs tangled, hips rocking together, until she's there.
She breaks our kiss to groan my name. She tugs at my hair as she pulses around me.
Fuck, that feels good.
A few more thrusts and I'm there. I groan her name into her neck. I pin her to the wall, thrusting through my orgasm, letting pleasure spill to every finger and toe.
I feel it everywhere. I feel her everywhere.
She sighs as her muscles go slack. "Fuck." She presses her lips to my neck. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Slowly, I untangle our bodies and set her on the ground.
She pulls on her panties.
I don my t-shirt. Return my jeans to their rightful place.
Well, I'd rather never wear these things. I'd rather live naked in our bed.
But there's too much shit I want to do. Too many places I want to see. Too many things I want to teach Iris.
I want the entire world for her.
I want to be by her side, for every single thing life throws at us.
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