Page 87 of Painted Truths

I don’t ever want to stop.

Savouring her sweet taste, I watch as she peaks, arching her neck and thrusting her breasts forward, nipples standing tall and prominent while grasping frantically at the sheets on either side of her body.

She’s magnificent.

And she’s mine.

It’s in that fleeting moment, I realise—she’s not just mine, I am hers. This goddess, this tiny being with a heart far too pure to exist—this extraordinary woman owns me. Body and soul, for all time. And she has since that night we met two long ass years ago.

Withdrawing my mouth, I’m still not satisfied I’ve done what I set out to do, so I run my hand along her quivering sex before pumping two fingers into her cum-soaked, still convulsing cunt and curve them to hit the sweet spot I know is right there.

Brushing the tips of my fingers along the throbbing bundle of nerves, I can feel more than see her stiffen, almost as much in surprise as in pleasure, as I wring yet another brutal orgasm from her enraptured body right on the heels of the last.

She arches her back off the bed, offering her luscious tits for my attention, which I freely give. I engulf one rock-hard nipple between my lips before moving on to her other one and sucking hard enough to mark her as she shudders to completion in the most beautiful surrender.

Watching as she descends from the heights I have driven her body to, I wrench down my boxers, allowing my hard, leaking cock to spring free almost violently. Finally moving up her writhing body, I push her thighs apart as her lash-veiled eyes lock on my own in the almost darkness of the room.

Kneeling between her open thighs, I palm my dick to line it up with her sweetness before looking down into her radiant face. Drawing myself along her slick folds, I wet my cock with her juices before pressing the barest tip just inside her dripping slit.

Her eyes fill with emotion as they rove along the moonlit contours of my jaw.

Breathing heavily, we both take a moment to revel in the other’s body. To take in this moment that has been forever in the making.

Until there’s only one thing left to say as I lean over her glistening, trembling torso.

“You’re my every dream come to life, Peach.”

She reaches her hands up to wrap them around the back of my neck, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of desire and longing as she brings my lips down to meet hers softly, so softly my chest tightens, almost in pain.

As I pull back, she runs her palm from my temple, down my cheek and along my jaw, holding it there as she smiles and nods once just before I sink into the warmth of her wet, tight pussy with nothing between us—the way we were meant to be.

But I freeze as my body meets resistance.

What?

Dropping her hand, she throws her arm over her face as her head falls away to one side, her body stiffening unnaturally whilst a low keen of pain meets my shocked ears.

“Peaches?”

Her nickname is a question and a sharp exhalation as I barely hold it together.

So tight. So warm. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

And the realisation hits.

I’m her first.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Pulling back up onto my forearms, chest heaving with the effort, I move to withdraw from her tightness, but she stops me, wrapping her legs around my ass firmly and effectively seating my hardness a little further inside of her.

She drops her arm and turns her head to mine, meeting my crestfallen face head-on. Then, seeing the unspoken question in my troubled, turbulent gaze, a single tear forms in one eye, cresting her lashes before trailing slowly down her adoration filled face.

She reaches a hand up to brush it gently across my jaw as if I’m the one needing comfort, needing solace right now. The move is so quintessentially Olivia that it sends a surge of warmth through my trembling body.

“It was always meant to be you, Henry.”

Her words hit me straight in the chest like a lightning bolt as I feel something more intimate than lust, more unwavering than desire, begin to ignite the impenetrable walls I erected around my heart so long ago.