Fuuuuck. I almost come in my pants and there’s clothes between us. I’m going to lose my load like a teenager the second I push inside her wet heat.
“You keep looking at me like that, and we’re going gto have a problem,” I growl, knowing I’m seconds away from taking her.
“What kind of problem?” she purrs, she fucking purrs.
She sounds like carnal sex, and I’d gladly follow her through the gates of hell.
“The rock hard kind that’s going to be reckless and hot,” I say, thrusting my hips up so she can feel me.
She moans a deep, seductive sound that shatters the last of my control, and I can’t stop myself from grinding my cock against her pussy.
Grabbing her hips, I throw her onto her back and leaning over her, I growl, “We’re playing with fire.”
She presses closer to me and whispers, “Then incinerate me.”
That’s all it takes for me to forget about taking it slow. She looks like every heavenly sin wrapped seductively in a bow of lust.
Her hands crawl up my chest, and when she reaches my jaw, she starts to pull me towards her. I can see it in her eyes, she’s going to kiss me, and for a second, I contemplate letting her be the one to kiss me first. But then the caveman in me comes out, needing to be the one who kisses her so I can propose to her.
I move my head at the last minute and trail my lips over her jaw. When I reach her neck, I take small bites of her soft skin, wanting to leave my mark on every inch of her beautiful skin.
I skim over the tops of her breasts, not sure how far we should take this. If it were up to me, I would’ve been balls deep in her already. She might just want to fool around.
She lifts her hips, pressing hard against me and it makes me see stars. We both groan, and if she does that again, I’m not going to last. I grab hold of her hips with the intention of keeping her still, but that goes out the window when she starts to slowly grind herself against me.
“Logan,” she whispers my name in the most amazing way, breathing faster as her movement speeds up.
This is a side of Mia I didn’t even think could exist. Don’t get me wrong. I like it. I like it a lot. Fuck, just when I think she can’t be any more perfect, she surprises me.
Wanting to make her moan until she comes apart, I start trailing kisses down her neck, slowly working my way to the top of her breasts. I lick the swells of her breasts, until I reach her hard nipple. I suck it into my mouth, right through the material, which earns me one of those sweet moans.
She buries her hands in my hair, her back arching as she offers herself to me. I’ve dreamt about this night for so long, but not one of those fantasies has anything on the real thing.
Resting one arm next to her head, I stare down at her. Her fingers brush lightly up and down my arms, and I feel her love for me in every touch, see it in every look.
Wanting to make this moment last as long as possible, I slowly start to lean down. When I feel her breaths bursting over my lips, I stop, just taking it all in.
“Don’t move,” I whisper.
I move my hand down from her breasts, until I reach her panties. I drink in every breath as I cup her for the first time. Her lips part as she sucks in a breath of air, and I can almost taste her.
I keep my hand still over her, watching as the emotions play over her face. She’s perfect. She fits just right against my body, in my life, but mostly in my soul.
I close the last of the distance between us and my heart almost explodes when our lips touch. Her breath hitches and I feel her trembling. She knows what this kiss means. I don’t devour her the way I want to but pull back so I can see those eyes that brought me to my knees.
“You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. If you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. Marry me, Mia, so we can go to the movies and sit in the back row, making out like teenagers. So that we can spend our weekends sleeping in late, because we’ve spend the whole night making love. I choose you, and I’ll choose you over and over. Every single minute of my life I’ll choose you in a heartbeat, without any doubt. I choose you now, and I’ll choose you in fifty years. I promise to never regret choosing you, but to remind you every single day of why you’re the one. I promise to protect you, but above all, to protect us.”
Tears are trailing down the sides of her temples, disappearing into her hair. Her breaths are deep and slow over her parted lips as if she’s trying to breathe in every one of my words.
“I choose you, too,” she whispers, bringing her hands to my neck and pulling me down.
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Our mouths crash into each other, sparking a scorching heat that’s strong enough to burn a lifetime.
She tastes amazing as our tongues dance together. This kiss is much more intense than the first one we shared, because now I know she’s mine.
Our tongues twist, and when I nip at her bottom lip, she takes a shuddering breath, just like the first time.