I moved
Not the careful strokes of before. This was possession, but a possession born of overwhelming love. A slow, grinding withdrawal, almost all the way out, letting her feel every thick inch dragging against her hypersensitive flesh. Her breath hitched, a small gasp that was a prayer.
Then I powered back in, deep and hard, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, relentless thrust. It was a homecoming.
"Fuck!" The guttural roar was torn from me as her body convulsed around me, a perfect, silky sheath accepting me completely. Her cry was sharper this time, higher, laced with shock and a dawning wave of pleasure that warred with the deep, internal ache. It was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard.
"Peter!" My name on her lips was a shattered gasp, a testament to her surrender. Her nails dug deeper into my shoulders, scoring lines of fire that grounded me to this moment, to her.
