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Fee melts into me, her hands clutching at my shirt as if she’s afraid to let go, as if this moment is the only thing keeping her grounded. And in that moment, I realize that it’s the same for me. That she’s become my anchor in a world that’s constantly shifting, a beacon of light in the darkness I’ve grown so accustomed to.
We’ve only known each other two days, but it’s like I’ve known her for a lifetime.
Our kisses deepen, growing more urgent, more frantic, as if we’re both trying to drown out the fears and doubts that linger in the corners of our minds. But there’s something more than just desire in the way we cling to each other, something unspoken yet undeniable.
I guide her down to the plush carpet, every movement filled with a tenderness that contrasts with the raw desire simmering just beneath the surface.
Fee’s fingers trail over my chest, her touch sending sparks of electricity through me as she slowly runs her hands under my shirt. I watch her, mesmerized by the way her hands tremble slightly, by the way she looks at me with a blend of vulnerability and need.
Her eyes meet mine, and in them, I see a reflection of everything I’m feeling—the fear, the longing, the desperate hope that this moment will never end.
I lean in, capturing her lips with mine in a kiss that’s slow and deep, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her mouth against mine. My hands move to the hem of her pajama top, lifting it gently over her head, revealing the smooth curve of her skin beneath. I take a moment to drink her in, my breath catching at the sight of her—beautiful, perfect, and all mine.
Our clothes fall away, piece by piece, until there’s nothing between us but the heat of our bodies pressed together. I lower her onto her back, the plush fibers cushioning us as I settle above her, my weight resting on my forearms. Fee’s hands skim over my back, her nails grazing my skin as I trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and across the swell of her breasts.
Her breath hitches when my mouth finds her nipple, and I take it between my lips, rolling it gently with my tongue. She arches beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging mecloser, and I respond by lavishing the same attention on her other breast, wanting to give her everything she desires.
Fee’s skin is warm and soft, and the feel of her beneath me, the way her body responds to every touch, every kiss, drives me to the edge of control. But I hold back, wanting to savor this moment, to make it last as long as possible. I slide my hand down her side, feeling the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, until I reach the softness between her thighs.
She gasps when I touch her, her body trembling beneath my hand as I stroke her gently, feeling the wet heat of her arousal. Her hips move in time with my hand, her breath coming in short, quick bursts as I explore her, learning what makes her shudder, what makes her moan my name in that breathless, desperate way that makes my blood pound in my ears.
“Angelo,” she whispers, her voice a plea, and I know she’s ready. I’m barely holding on myself, the need to be inside her, to claim her, so strong it’s nearly overwhelming. I position myself between her legs, and as I push into her, a groan escapes my lips at the feel of her surrounding me, warm and tight and perfect.
Fee’s back arches, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fill her, slowly, completely. I hold still for a moment, letting us both adjust to the feeling of being so intimately connected. Her breath mingles with mine, our foreheads pressed together as we savor the moment, the intensity of it making my heart race.
I start to move, slowly at first, the rhythm of our bodies perfectly in sync, a dance as old as time itself. Each thrust is deliberate, controlled, a blend of passion and tenderness that leaves us both breathless. Fee’s moans grow louder, her body moving in time with mine, meeting me with each thrust, her legs wrapping around my waist to draw me closer.
The carpet beneath us is soft, but nothing compares to the softness of Fee’s skin, the way she feels beneath me, around me.I watch her face, the way her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting with each gasp of pleasure.
There’s something deeply intimate about this moment, something more than just the physical connection—it’s like our souls are intertwined, bound together by something far greater than either of us can comprehend.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of my feelings into it. Fee responds with equal fervor, her hands clutching at me as if I’m the only thing keeping her grounded. I can feel her tightening around me, the telltale signs that she’s close, and I increase the pace, driven by the need to bring her to the edge.
When she finally cries out, her body convulsing in the throes of her orgasm, I follow her, the sensation of her release pulling me over the edge. I spill into her, a shuddering groan escaping my lips as I bury myself deep, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.
For a long moment, we stay like that, tangled together on the carpet, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. I hold her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, feeling her heartbeat gradually slow beneath my palm.
I can’t help but tighten my hold on her, not ready to let go just yet. The warmth of her body pressed against mine, the soft rise and fall of her chest—everything about this moment feels right, like it’s exactly where we’re supposed to be.
“Stay with me tonight,” I find myself saying, my voice low, almost hesitant. It’s not something I planned to ask, but now that the words are out, I realize how much I want it. I want her in my arms, in my bed. I want to fall asleep with her next to me, to wake up with her still there.
Fee looks up at me, a soft smile curving her lips. She reaches up, cupping my face with one hand, her thumb brushing gently across my cheek. “I’d love to, Angelo, but…” She hesitates, herexpression tinged with regret. “I should stay in my own bed tonight. Just in case Lou comes into my room and freaks out if I’m not there.”
I feel a pang of disappointment, but I know she’s right. Lou’s been through so much in the last twenty-four hours, and the last thing Fee would want is to add to her daughter’s fears. I nod, understanding, even though part of me wishes she’d stay anyway.
“Of course,” I say, letting her go as she starts to sit up. “You’re right.”
Fee gets dressed slowly, as if she’s reluctant to leave, and I watch her, memorizing the way the soft light plays across her skin, the way her hair falls over her shoulder as she pulls on her shirt. There’s something almost surreal about the moment, like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.
Before she leaves, Fee turns to me, her expression tender. She steps closer, and for a moment, I think she might change her mind. But instead, she leans down, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice filled with emotion.
“For what?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“For everything,” she says, her eyes shining as she pulls back slightly, her hand still resting against my cheek. “For tonight, for helping me with Lou, for… being you.”
I swallow hard, feeling a rush of warmth at her words. “You don’t have to thank me, Fee. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
