Page 83 of Dark Seduction
He starts to crawl up my body but with a sly grin I suddenly shift, shoving him onto his back instead.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I tease, straddling him, feeling his cock hot and hard against my thigh.
I don’t waste time, I’m too damn ready. I slide down onto his cock, and it’s like being split in two in the most perfect way possible. He fills me up, stretching me, and I moan as I take him all the way in.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whisper, starting to move, rocking my hips, grinding against him.
His hands are on my waist, guiding me, but I’m in control, and it feels incredible. I ride him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body, and all I can think about is how deep he is, how perfect this feels.
“God, you’re so tight,” he growls, his voice strained, and I can tell he’s close, but so am I.
I pick up the pace, riding him harder, faster, chasing that high, wanting to feel him come inside me. The dirty talk flows between us, nothing held back, just raw need and love, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge. As I ride him, the pleasure builds until I can't hold back anymore. I throw my head back, my nails digging into his chest, and let go, the orgasm crashing over me in waves that leave me gasping for air. I can feel him twitching inside me, so close to the edge himself, but before he can reach that peak, he flips me over with a quick, determined move.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he slides back inside me, slow and deliberate. His eyes lock onto mine, and suddenly, it’s like the whole world fades away. There’s nothing but the feel of him, the way his body moves with mine, the way he fills me up socompletely.
He’s gentle, his thrusts deep and steady, but there’s an edge to it, a restrained intensity that makes my breath hitch.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, each word punctuated by a kiss—on my lips, my neck, my collarbone. “I love you so damn much.”
And it’s those words, that raw honesty in his voice, that makes this different, makes it more than just sex. This is love, pure and simple, and I can feel it in every touch, every thrust. He’s worshiping me, treating me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and it’s driving me wild.
His pace quickens, and I can feel the tension coiling inside me again, but it’s different this time. It’s deeper, more profound, like he’s reaching right into my soul. I can tell he’s holding back, trying to draw this out, trying to make it last, but I don’t want him to.
“Don’t hold back,” I murmur against his ear, my voice a breathless plea. He groans in response, his control slipping as he starts to move faster, harder. It’s still tender, still filled with that overwhelming love, but there’s an urgency now, a desperate need that mirrors my own.
He’s hitting all the right spots, pushing me higher and higher until I’m right on the edge again. “Lev, I’m gonna—” The words are cut off by a gasp as the pleasure overtakes me, another orgasm ripping through me, more intense than the last.
My whole body tenses, my nails raking down his back as I hold on for dear life, lost in the sensation of him inside me.
He’s right there with me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his thrusts erratic as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming,” he groans, his hips slamming against mine as he comes with me, filling me up, his body shaking with the force of it, my pussy milking him for every drop.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, this connection, this overwhelming mix of pleasure and love. We’re completely in sync, both of us trembling, holding each other tight as we ride out the waves together.
When it’s over, he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. We’re both spent, breathless, but there’s a deep satisfaction settling in my chest, a sense of completeness I didn’t know I could feel. This man, this moment, it’s everything I never knew I needed.
We’re lying together, tangled in the sheets, his hand gently moving over my body, tracing lazy circles on my skin. There’s a softness to his touch, like he’s savoring every inch of me, and it makes my heart swell even more. He leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to my belly, right on the little bump that’s growing bigger every day.
“Lev,” I murmur, brushing his hair back from his forehead, “I’ve got another surprise for you.”
He looks up at me, curious, his eyes warm and filled with love. “What is it?”
I take his hand, guiding it to rest on my belly. “Can you tell what’s inside?”
“Our child, of course.”
I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. “Ourchildren, Lev. We’re having twins.”
For a second, he just stares at me, the words sinking in. Then, his face lights up with pure, unfiltered joy.
“Twins?” he repeats, almost in disbelief. I smile in response, my eyes filling with joyful tears, and his laughter fills the room, bubbling over with excitement.
He pulls me into a kiss, deep and sweet, both of us smiling too much to keep it serious for long.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and I whisper it right back, “I love you too.”
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