Drawn Together
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She arched, undulating on him, brushing her clit against his pubic bone.
“Is this what you need?” He put his fingers in her mouth and she sucked, getting them wet. Those fingers found her clit moments later. “Hm? Should I play with your clit until you come?”
“Yes.”
He did and it felt so good she thought she might die from it. But if she died, she’d miss the climax, so she held on, thrusting, taking him as deep as she could. He growled low in his throat and she knew he was coming. His c**k moved inside her, jerked, right as she came, and there was nothing but the circuit of pleasure they made. Thrusting and moving as he f**ked her, as she f**ked him.
He stood and she managed to hold on. He pulled the blindfold off and kissed her as if his life depended on it.
“Good god.”
He stumbled to the bed and they both fell to it, still wrapped around one another.
“Yeah.”
“I’m so glad I needed to get a tattoo and saw you across the room at that engagement party.” He kissed her again. “Damn, you fill every part of me.”
She held on tight. “You fill parts of me I never thought would stop hurting. I love you, Jonah.”
“Thank God, because I love you too.”