“That’s impossible.”
“No it’s not.” She leans down to kiss me, caresses my cheeks and neck with her fingertips and begins to circle her hips effortlessly. “I’m sorry I got scared.”
“Don’t leave me again.” Ever.
She shakes her head and kisses me, licks my lower lip and kisses me again, deeper now. My cock pulses inside her. I want to grip onto her hips and drive inside her over and over, but I wait, knowing that she’s comforting us both.
Her hands glide to my arms and she holds on as she begins to ride me. Jesus, I’m not even moving and I’m not going to last.
“God, M,” I mutter. “Your body is amazing.” It’s true. Her firm, round breasts, tight stomach, full hips all make me weak in the knees. But it’s her heart that has had me in its grip for more than a decade.
“Love you,” she whispers and tucks her face in my neck as she picks up speed.
“Can I move now?”
“Yes, please.”
I roll her to her back without breaking our precious contact and cradle her shoulders and head in my hands, tip my forehead against hers as I move in slow, earnest strokes.
“Love you,” I say, my lips against hers. “Always.”