Page 97 of The Other Side

We’re graceful.

Perfection.

A gasp pours from me when he lays me down on the mattress. He’s parked between my spread legs, a canopy of anguish hanging above us.

Silence commences, his jaw ticking as he plunges at a deep and steady tempo. Our slick skin slaps together in an erotic rhythm, the sound blaring within the compact space

I tip my head, chin inclining toward the ceiling. My nails dig into his back, surely carving divots in his flesh as I drag my hands around.

The air is feral. Intoxicating as we fill the gap of ten years into this one moment.

Our lips and teeth collide, sucking and nipping through moans. Whimpers pour from us, tangling in our short breaths as he rails me out into oblivion.

I curl my fingers around the rocking chain of his necklace. His palm slides up to cradle my throat, my brows grooving when he plunges at a delicious angle.

Then his fingers are threading through my hair, gently tugging.

He’s indecisive. He can’t choose where to target his attention. What part of my body he wants to cherish.

He finally lifts up on his knees. His thick cock drives into me, his right hand laying on my pelvis so his thumb can stroke my engorged clit.

My brows ruffle as he drills forward, electric sparks shooting off fireworks. “Oh, Brant,” I whine.

My mouth hangs open as our eyes devour each other. I bob my head and seal my lips, sinking my fingers into my quivering thighs.

“Yes,” I moan, almost embarrassingly.

“Whose cock are you gonna come on?” he groans. “Huh?”

“Y-yours.”

He huffs out a light laugh, his mouth quirking into a brief smirk. “Nah, you can do better than that, Cal,” he breathes.

I massage my breasts, staring at him through doe eyes. “Only yours.”

Muffled cries fall from me as I clench my lower belly. The pinnacle is waving in front of me, but I can’t grasp it just yet. It’s right there as he rails into me and rubs me to ecstasy.

But my reach is too short.

“Relax,” he hushes. “You can enjoy it.” He flicks a devious smile, reading my thoughts like a damn book. “I can fuck you for days if that’s how long it takes. I’m not goin’ anywhere until these pretty legs are shaking, Cal.”

His free palm covers the dove tattoo on my inner thigh. He kneads the flesh there, and my anxiety softens.

My head dips back, my aching tits bouncing with the harsh force of his thrusts. The smacking of our flesh bangs against the walls, and I absorb the euphoric bliss.

“Mm, look at you,” he murmurs, dipping his gaze between our legs. He licks his lips, my belly raveling tighter as the pressure accumulates. “Come on, get greedier, Cal. Make a hot, little mess for me.”

“Mmph,” I mewl, darting my eyes to our connection.

His glistening cock disappears in and out as his rough thumb plays with me. The vision fires rapid shooting stars off, and his free hand squeezes my breast.

Our two inked doves rock toward each other, impeccably aligned.

Fucking flawless.

He pinches my stiff nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he pounds into me and plays with my clit.

But it’s too intense.