Page 122 of Legally Ours

"I need you," I said again, stumbling over my own voice as I reached between us. I guided him toward my slick entrance, and he slipped in easily, causing him to grunt loudly as I took him all at once.

"Fu-uck, baby," he said, his entire chest arching off the cushions at the sudden joining.

I pushed up and started to move.

"I love you," I tried to get out in between rolls of my hips, but I was already reduced to one-word sentences at the fullness of him. It came out as just "love." That was what Brandon did to me. Words couldn't come close to articulating what we were together.

Brandon's hands settled over my hip bones so that his thumbs came together over the sensitive bundle of nerves at our joining.

"I love you too," he echoed, though his eyes shuttered as I found a more insistent rhythm that matched the light stroke of his fingers. "You are my heart. You are my everything, Skylar."

"Tell me," I murmured as I continued to rock, taking all of him the way he took all of me.

It was too much––it was always too much with Brandon. The hardness of his body, the pressured, yet subtle touch of his fingertips, the growl of his voice, the warmth of his skin. Even his familiar smell of soap and almonds. I was overwhelmed, and it was precisely that overwhelmed feeling that allowed me to experience the kind of release with him I could never attain with anyone else. Brandon filled me up, in every single way possible. That was what we were to each other, and I finally understood that now.

I cupped my breasts, my thumbs tracing over my nipples as I rocked a bit faster. My entire body tightened, and I could feel Brandon throbbing with his own impending release.

"Please," he begged in between haggard breaths. "Please, baby. I'm so fucking close."

His thumbs pressed harder. I pushed faster.

"Just...a few...more...OH!"

Suddenly the wave of pleasure that had been building inside me crashed, each muscle in my body seizing up like a jolt of electricity was shooting through each nerve, each capillary.

"FUCK!" Brandon yelled his own release as his thighs tensed, and the muscles of his torso somehow grew even more rigid, even more defined. His finger dug into my thighs as he pulled me down on top of him, forcing me to take him even deeper as both our bodies shook.

And just as quickly, we came down together. As if he couldn't bear for us to be separated, Brandon gently pulled me into his chest once more. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of our new home. The rustle of the tree leaves outside the windows. The mild hum of the refrigerator. The crackle of the fire down the hall. And through all of that, most immediate to me were the sounds of us––our mingled breaths, heartbeats, caresses, and sighs. Through all of the surrounding noise, there was always us.

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