End of the Innocence

Chapter 51

Groan. I loved the sound when it rumbled out of his chest. I lifted up my ass, then set it back down, my hands gripping the back of the couch, the scrape of his shadow against my neck as he buried his face in my shoulder and breathed my name. “Fuck me, baby.”

My knees sunk deeper into the leather as I moved, the muted sounds of baseball disappearing as my senses abandoned their notice of anything but this.

Heat. Hot as it thrust in and out of me.

Bite. His hands on my ass set the pace. Pushing and pulling me off his cock.

Scrape. Every turn of his head, his five o’clock shadow burned its way over my ear, my neck, my chest, his gentle mouth following its path.

Sigh. The sounds of my love as he got closer. Whispers. Orders. Grunts. Worships.

Explosion. I broke in his arms, his hands moving from my ass as he wrapped them around my body and hugged me to his chest, his hips taking over the motion, carrying me as I fell apart, waves of pleasure that stretched out as I heard the change in his voice and knew that he was following suit.

Tumble. Both of us sideways, stretched out on the couch, my back turned to the television, spooned against his chest, his hand in my hair, eyes on my face.

“I love you,” he whispered.

And in that moment, with graduation and finals and my family and his, wedding plans stacking up mountains of stress around us... nothing else mattered.

This.

Us.

It was all that mattered.