“You okay?” I grit out between clenched teeth. She feels so fucking good, it’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to jack-hammer like a fucking fifteen year old.
“I’m okay,” she breathes, looking up into my eyes with total trust. Her legs wind around my hips as her body adjusts to me. I sink deeper with a groan, pleasure spiking so intensely I nearly lose control.
“God, Felicity.”
My voice is ragged. She cranes her neck to kiss me as her hands clutch me closer. That’s all the incentive I need. I start to move, slowly at first, then faster as she begins to rock against me, matching my rhythm thrust for thrust. She’s so wet, so tight, I can barely see straight. She’s…
Mine.
All mine.
Every fucking inch of her.
This moment, buried inside her… our bodies in total sync, our heartbeats harmonizing in a perfect melody…
It’s the best damn music I’ve ever made.