Southern Heart by Madison, Natasha (best fiction novels .txt) 📕

and tossing it over my shoulder, hoping that it shatters on the floor. "I’m clean,” I say. I wait for her to say something else, but she doesn't. Instead, she lies back down in the middle of the bed and spreads her legs for me. If I thought she was hot with clothes on, nothing could have prepared me for seeing her naked. Her perfect plump tits fit perfectly in my hand. Her pussy has a small landing strip, and she tasted like a juicy strawberry in the middle of a summer day. I crawl between her legs, my cock in my hand, and I stroke it because if I don’t, I’ll probably come all over her without even getting into her. Her legs open wider for me, and when I’m close enough, I take my cock and slide it up and down her slit. She’s just as wet as when my fingers were buried inside her. I move my cock up and down a couple of times and then put my cock at her entrance. I push forward just a touch, and the tip slowly slips into her. Her pussy is strangling my cock already. I have to close my eyes before I pound into her. I open them again, and she just looks at me. "Tell me if I hurt you."

"I need you," she says, wiggling her ass left and right. "I need you to move." Her hands reach out to her sides as she grips the covers in her hands. "More."

I pull out a bit and then slowly give her a bit more. I watch her face to make sure she isn’t in pain. I continue moving in and out until I’m finally buried all the way in her with my balls slamming against her ass. Both of us are now moaning. "I need you not to move,” I say as I feel her hips moving up and down.

"But," she says, and I lower myself on her. "But." She moves again right and left. "I need."

My forehead on hers, I cup her face in my hand. Her hands come up to grab both sides of my neck. Our eyes are locked to each other as I move my hips. "I love you,” I say. "I don’t know what love is," I say as I bury myself in her over and over again. "But this feeling." We both pant out. "I’ve never felt it before."

Her hips move with me. "I love you," she says. "From the first time I saw you." I kiss her, and I know she’s close because her pussy gets even tighter, and I can barely pull out of her. "I was yours."

"Mine," I say to her as my thrusts get stronger and stronger. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. "Fucking mine," I say as she comes on my cock with my name on her lips.

"Yours," she says right before I plant myself balls deep in her and come inside her. I collapse on her chest and turn her to the side so I don’t squash her. "That," she says, moving her nose along my chin. "Was—"

"The fucking best,” I say, moving away from her so I can see her face. Her cheeks are flushed from her orgasms, her eyes crystal blue with happiness.

"Are you okay?" I ask, looking down and seeing that I’m still buried in her. My cock is softening but still not willing to come out of her.

"I’m fine," she says. "My vibrator." She looks toward the floor where it lies. "I’m not sure about that." We both laugh, and she cups my cheek. "Did you mean it?" I look at her. "When you said you love me."

"I don’t know what love is,” I say the truth, "but I know that when you walk in the room, my heart speeds up. I know that when I think of you, something fills me. I know that when you are next to me, all I want to do is hold your hand and kiss you. I know that it would kill me to see you hurt, and I know I would die for you."

"Isn’t it beautiful?" she asks, smiling like she’s never smiled before. "That feeling that just overwhelms you when you think of that other person."

I look at her now, and I understand exactly what she means. It’s the overwhelming feeling that you can’t control. "Yeah, it is." Rolling away from her, I get off the bed. "I’m going to start a bath."

"You can’t take a bath,” she says, getting up on her elbow. "Your stitches aren’t healed yet."

"But you can,” I say, and she gets off the bed.

"I want to take a shower," she says, walking away from me. "Then I’m going to get some pie." She looks over at me. "Are you just going to stand there?"

I shake my head, and we take a shower together. Our hands roam over each other. She gets out first, and I follow a couple of minutes later. I find her wearing a robe in the middle of the kitchen as she makes two plates of food. "Hey." She looks up, smiling at me, and I stand here in a towel. "I thought you might be hungry."

"I am." I walk to her and wrap my arms around her waist, and I kiss her neck. My cock is coming alive already with just one touch. We eat side by side, and I spend the whole night kissing every single part of her body.

Neither of us sleeps all night long. The need to touch each other proves to be stronger. She slides out of bed at five thirty, slipping her shorts on and the shirt she was wearing when she led me to her bed.

"Where are you going?" I ask, and she looks over her shoulder, smiling.

"I’m going to watch the sunrise,” she says, walking out of the bedroom. I get up, slipping on a pair of shorts, and find her holding two cups of