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I shifted closer, holding on to the back of the couch for balance as I positioned myself. With our gazes locked, I sank down onto Jet’s cock. I was so ready, so wet, that he slid in easily. I sighed at the feeling of stretching, the welcome intrusion of his body into mine.

Jet sat up and wrapped his arms around my back, and I spread my knees as wide as they’d go. For a few moments we just stared at each other, not moving, just feeling this wonderful sensation of togetherness. Our foreheads touched, and we breathed each other’s air. The pressure, the urge to move, built up and up inside me until it was impossible to ignore.

I rolled my hips.

A surprised gasp of pleasure escaped my parted lips at how fucking good it felt. I was hyperaware of every inch of him inside me, every little twitch of his legs, every shift of his body against mine.

I tilted my head to the side, and our lips met in a deep, all-consuming kiss. We started to move, our mouths and bodies flowing in rhythm. His tongue licked at the inside of my mouth just like his cock was caressing the inside of my pussy.

I’d never had sex like this. The position, sure, but not this intensity. With the deep emotions between us, it felt as if he was reaching places deep inside me—places no one else could reach.

I guessed sex was like that when you loved the person you were having it with.

The realization made me gasp, but Jet didn’t notice. He leaned back on the couch and gripped my hips, his eyes fixed on the spot where our bodies connected.

The new angle made me moan, and I decided to ignore the realization about the man between my legs. Just for now. Just while I enjoyed these feelings in the most physical, carnal way.

I grasped the back of Jet’s neck with one hand and propped the other on his knee as I started to fuck him in earnest.

He caressed my body, dug his fingers into my hips, and thrust up to meet my movements. But for the most part, he lay back and let me take what I needed. I lost myself in the feeling—yes, the pleasure between my legs, but also the satisfaction of being in control. His strong body was splayed out below me as I rode his dick harder.

My entire lower body started to tingle as his pelvis slammed against my clit with every stroke. I ground myself on him, feeling him deep inside me, and surrendered to the pleasure. The heat at my core burst, carried by those tingles up my chest and into my head, running down my arms.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on but was no less intense for its duration. I moaned and writhed through it while Jet kept thrusting upward, shoving me down onto his thick cock with a bruising grip on my hips.

I released a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh as it finally faded.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” Jet whispered, his voice strained. He brushed messy hair off my sweaty forehead and peppered gentle kisses all over my neck and shoulders.

I couldn’t speak, so I just hummed as I struggled to catch my breath.

Jet gave me a few moments to recover before he moved. He held me tightly to his chest and stood up from the couch with ease. As if he wasn’t tired from the sex so far—as if I weighed nothing.

I gasped in surprise and wrapped my tired limbs around him. Still buried inside my dripping core, he walked across the room, through the foyer, and up the stairs to my bedroom.

By the time he lowered me onto my bed and settled himself on top, I was writhing against him once more. The way he’d carried me through the house, his strong arms keeping me safe and still firmly on his dick, was sexy as hell. And the movement of him inside me as he’d climbed the stairs had me squirming.

He hitched one of my legs up high and let the other fall open on the bed. Then he positioned himself just so, one knee bent higher than the other, and pulled almost all the way out. His eyes did that fluttering, rolling-into-the-back-of-his-head thing again as he slid all the way back in. He did it a few more times—all the way out, then all the way in—slowly, feeling every inch as my pussy clenched and pulsed around him involuntarily.

His hips started to pump faster and faster. I was so wet and messy the sound coming from between us was obscene as it mingled with our moans and grunts. I clawed at his back, feeling his lithe muscles move, wanting to draw him closer.

He kept pounding into me until his movements became as sloppy as the sounds of our fucking. Then every muscle in his body went tense as he moaned long and loud, his hips slamming home one last time as he came hard.

My second orgasm took me by surprise. It was just as intense as the first, but it burst through me with such unexpected force that I screamed.

It took us a long time to catch our breath. We were spent and sweaty, but we remained tangled together, kissing and nuzzling and holding each other. It was downright fucking romantic, and it made me think of my earlier realization that I loved him.

Thankfully, I was too tired to freak out about it. Even more thankfully, Jet was alert enough to go to the bathroom and clean up, then return with a warm, damp towel. He gently and lovingly cleaned me up too. Then he crawled into the bed and covered us with the sheets.

“I love you,” I murmured before I could stop myself. I was half-asleep, and the words just tumbled out onto the soft sheets between us. I kept my eyes closed to give myself an out. If he mentioned it the next day, at least I could pretend I had no recollection of saying it.

Jet placed the softest, gentlest kiss on my cheek before replying. “I love you too.”

There was no doubt or uncertainty in his voice.

I snuggled into his side and smiled against his warm, bare shoulder. I was terrified to say it to him with my eyes open, in the stark light of day, but even more, I was excited. Because I did love him, and as scary as it was to say, it was worth the risk to hear him say it back, to know he meant it.

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