Part 11 — Just Us

Their bodies moved together, slow at first, then deeper, stronger, until every thrust made her gasp his name. He kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulder, whispering against her skin, “You feel like heaven… so warm, so tight around me. I can’t stop, even if I tried.”

She moaned louder, her nails digging into his back. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Make me yours… completely.”

His hips ground into hers, slow and deliberate, and he groaned into her ear, “You are mine, every inch of you. This body… this sweetness… only for me.” The words made her shiver, her legs locking tighter around his waist.

Her breath caught, her voice breaking as she whispered, “I’m so close… please, don’t let go.”

He cupped her face, kissing her hard, his thrusts deepening. “Come for me, love. Show me how much you need me.”

Her body arched, trembling as waves of pleasure ripped through her, her moans filling the room. He felt her clench around him, pulsing, milking him, and it broke his last restraint. With a desperate groan, he buried himself fully, spilling inside her as his body shook with release.

He collapsed against her, kissing her lips over and over, breathless, still moving slow as if he couldn’t bear to leave her warmth. “God, you’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses. “My angel… my fire… my forever.”

They stayed wrapped together, trembling, hearts racing as one, every whisper and touch sealing the truth—they were complete.
Part 11 — Just Us… soft fire, forever bound.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
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