Page 146 of Never After Us
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Her legs tighten around my hips, heels pressing into the small of my back as I keep moving inside her—unhurried, deep, anchoring us both to this moment.
She’s so tight around me, so warm, soaked, and trembling with every slow thrust.I watch her face, the way her lashes flutter, her mouth open and gasping with each deep slide.Her body meets mine like it’s instinct, like she’s not just taking me—she’s welcoming me in.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Every time I sink into her, it gets harder to hold back.To breathe.To be anything but this.
She’s panting now, eyes wild, hands clawing at my back as I hit that spot that makes her cry out.
“Alec—” she gasps, broken and breathless.“Please ...”
I still inside her, thick and throbbing and buried to the hilt.Her inner walls flutter around me like she’s trying to pull me deeper, like she’s already coming, or right there—so fucking close it hurts.
I drop my forehead to hers.“Tell me, baby.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs, voice shaking.“Please don’t stop.I’m so close—I need to come.I need it.”
Fuck.
She sounds like she’s falling apart in my arms.Like I’m the only thing that can make her whole again.
I shift, rolling my hips just right, slow but harder, hitting that same perfect place inside her that makes her body jerk.She claws at me, her mouth open on a silent cry.
“That’s it,” I groan.“Let me feel you come.Right here, wrapped around me.So tight, fuck?—”
She breaks.
Her body clenches down on me with a loud cry, her inner muscles squeezing me so hard it rips a curse straight out of my throat.Her nails dig into my shoulders as she shatters beneath me, panting my name like it’s the only word she remembers.
And that’s all it takes.
That’s fucking it.
I come with a growl pressed into her throat, my hips stuttering as I pour myself into the condom, every nerve ending unraveling like I’m being pulled apart from the inside.
But it’s not just physical.
It’s her.
It’s everything.
It’s too much.
Not enough.
I’m still buried inside her, still trying to catch my breath, but the words rise before I can stop them.Before I can make them wait.Before I can remind myself we promised not to say it yet.Not like this.
But I can’t lie.
Not when she’s looking at me like I’m already hers.
