Safe at Last
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of her sweet, silken dampness and nudged forward, just enough that the head of his dick was bathed in her heat.
He closed his eyes and let out an agonized cry, one that sounded like pain but was the most exquisite of pleasures he’d ever experienced in his life.
Gracie’s hands curled around his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin, urging him forward. And he needed no further urging.
He pushed, inch by delicious inch, carefully studying her for any sign of pain or discomfort. Her eyes widened as he gained depth, but they were glazed with pleasure and so he pressed on.
His skin was on fire. The flames licked over him, threatening to utterly consume him and push him over the edge. He could feel the sweat on his forehead from the toll of restraining himself.
“Zack, I’m okay,” she whispered close to his ear. “You aren’t hurting me. Let go now. Love me.”
Her sweetly worded plea snapped the last strings of control he had in place. With a harsh groan, he wrapped his arms around her and plunged the remaining distance, completely uniting them as one.
Her taste was on his tongue as her heat enveloped him and pulled him in, again and again. Her legs came up and wrapped around the backs of his thighs and she arched upward to meet every thrust.
Then her eyes popped open and her fingernails dug into his skin with enough force to break it. “Oh God, Zack. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
It was the final push he needed. With a roar he began to drive into her, over and over, deeper, wetter, harder.
Their hips met, their bodies jostling with the force of each of his plunges.
Gracie’s mouth opened in a soundless cry and her eyes went cloudy as if she lost all awareness of time and place. He felt her spasm and tighten around his erection and he felt the sudden explosion of wetness, signaling her orgasm.
It was the catalyst for his own.
Bathed in her silken depths, and with a sense of homecoming he’d never felt before, he let go. Her name on his lips, his whispered “I love you” over and over, he poured himself into her.
He buried his face against her neck, felt his hot tears against her skin. He shuddered one last time and then finally went limp against her. When he could see and think straight again, he was aware of being sprawled across her soft body and of her stroking his back with her hands, her cheek resting atop his head.
When he would have moved so his weight wasn’t crushing her, she protested and held on.
“No, I like you there,” she murmured. “Stay.”
And so he stayed.
Long after the last sighs and sounds of pleasure, they lay entwined, two lovers who’d been separated far too long. Two lovers who’d finally found their way back to one another and experienced the sweetest homecoming one could ever ask for.
Perhaps she thought he was asleep or maybe she intended him to hear. Zack couldn’t be certain. But as she stroked her fingers through his hair, her soft whisper fell on his ears.
“I’ll never let you go again.”
He smiled as her solemn vow found its way to his very soul.