Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Maddox shoves his arms underneath me, hugging me to him as his muscles flex.

“Fuck, Babe. Fuck.” He pumps into me.

I feel more tears trail from my eyes as he groans low and deep.

His body tenses, and I cling to him harder, pressing my face into his neck to savor the feeling of it.

The way his pulsing cock feels inside me.

The way he’s holding me so tightly as he comes undone.

It feels like so much more than fucking.

It feels like… a connection.

Thick, comforting emotions blanket me, and I take a deep breath.

Maddox does the same.

When he exhales, he rocks his hips one last time.

I press my lips to his sweat-dampened neck, and he nuzzles the side of his face against my hair before turning his head and pressing a long kiss against my temple.

“I’m never letting you go, Hannah Bunny.” He presses another soft kiss against me. “I hope you understand. I’m never letting you go.”

SIXTY-EIGHT

MADDOX

Instead of tensing at my words, Hannah goes lax beneath me.

I don’t think she fully understands, not truly, how much I mean it. But that’s okay because I’ll show her.

I press my lips to her temple again.

I can’t fucking help myself.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her the truth. That I love her. But I don’t want to say it too soon, and risk her thinking I’m insincere.

But in reality, I know it’s not too soon because I’ve known this beautiful woman for fifteen years. We just lost each other for a moment.

I press my lips against her warm skin again, holding them there.

Hannah presses her own kiss to that spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

The movement causes her muscles to flex around me, and it makes my dick twitch. Which makes my whole body twitch.

Hannah snickers, and that starts the cycle again.

“Just hold still,” I grunt. The tensing muscles are too much on my oversensitive cock.

“Sorry,” she laughs, and her vibrating body makes me groan.

I dislodge my arms from underneath her and plant my hands next to her head to push myself up.

Looking down, I take her in. Her big tits. Her flushed chest. The smudged makeup around her eyes.

She wasn’t crying from sadness or pain. It was from overwhelming emotion. I know it was because I felt it too.