Split(120)
The second her legs spread wide over my hips, I almost lose myself to the wet heat that swallows me. She grips me and guides me to her, then sinks down slowly until we’re completely connected.
“I love you so much.” Tears still brim in her eyes as she braces herself with her palms pressed flat to my chest, then rolls her hips in waves.
The visual of her moving above me calls to me on a primal level and the sudden urge to have my tongue filling her mouth overtakes me.
I hook her behind the neck and bring her lips to mine. “You own me, Shy. Take what’s yours. Everything good in me, it’s all for you.”
“If that’s true . . .” Her forehead drops to mine on a long moan. “Let me have the bad too. I want it all.”
I’m panting, holding back the orgasm that’s about to blow through my body, but I grin. “Greedy.”
“For you? Always.”
We drop over the edge in unison, free-falling with our hearts hammering together behind the press of our bare chests.
What we have isn’t conventional, it wouldn’t be considered ideal, but it’s perfect for us.
Because love never discriminates.
Even when you’re split.