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Our chests heaved profusely.
Our emotions ran wild and out of control, but still in sync with each other. His eyes were dark and daunting with a passionate, crazed stare. There wasn’t an inch of me that didn’t throb for him, that didn’t want him, that didn’t need him.
I craved his touch.
His words.
His love more now than ever before.
Kissing me deeply, he groaned, “I’m still in love with you, Quinn.”
Slowly, he lay me down into the ocean and hovered above me. He once again claimed my mouth.
Time stood still.
Feeling and hearing the world around us.
“I’m sorry,” he expressed in a sincere tone as he unbuttoned my shirt.
My legs were still around his waist as I rocked my hips. Nervous and excited all at once.
“Here?” he asked. “Like this?”
“Yes.”
He growled from deep within his chest and roughly threw off my shirt. “You’re so perfect, love. You were made for me.”
My head fell back with another moan as he kissed down my neck, I angled my body to show the side of my breast, but Aires laid a kiss on my ribs and blocked the view. His hands covered my chest in a quick, alluring movement. I started to rock my hips again, earning me another growl.
My body fell back onto the sand, and Aires positioned himself in a way where you wouldn’t see anything other than the profile of my body. I went with it, fully aware of what he was trying to do. In one fluid movement, he slid off my shorts.
To the camera, it appeared I was naked, but I was wearing a small pad that covered the lining of my pussy. He slid his shirt off without uncovering me for one second.
I expected the director to cut, but when I eyed in that direction, the smile on his face proved how pleased he was with what was supposed to be our first love-making scene on camera.
Except this wasn’t our first dance and number. I reached for his belt and unbuckled it and then his wet jeans until he was left only wearing a thin cup over his cock.
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Aires
I kissed her long and deep. “Love, I missed you so much.” I moved to lay on top of her, caging her in with my arms around her face. Gripping the back of her neck, I didn’t want to lose our connection.
“Samuel…” She closed her eyes.
“Don’t close your eyes. I want to look into them as I make you mine again.”
Her eyes never left mine as I pretended to thrust balls deep inside of her, wishing I really was. This was the hardest scene I’ve ever had to film, and by that, I mean I was hard as fuck and couldn’t stop it. The fact that B. Night hadn’t yelled cut just proved how perfect we were for each other.
How well we worked together.
Except it didn’t feel like we were acting. This felt real.
Every word.
Every breath.
It wasn’t rehearsed.
