She laughs when I crawl after her, stopping to kiss her feet, her legs, and her thighs. Then, I climb between her legs to continue my kisses up her stomach, her breasts, and the crook of her neck. I intend to kiss every inch of her, to worship her, tonight and every night after.

It doesn’t take long until she’s writhing with release again.

Whimpering, she tugs on my shoulders. “My turn. I need you in me.”

I obey, positioning myself just right so that she feels me inside and against her at the same time. She moans at my sudden thrust. I groan over how damn wet and warm and tight she is. Just like with her mouth, I won’t last long.

“My turn,” I say, nearly fucking breathless. I shift her into my lap so she’s straddling me and curse at how deep I get this way. Her back arches as she grinds against me. She drapes her arms across my shoulders, bringing me closer. We kiss as she rides me. I stroke her hair, and she rests her forehead on mine. Her soft smile captivates me, assuring me that this is as unbelievably good for her as it is for me. My hand drifts to her clit, bringing her with me as the beautiful pressure nears its end. Tangled like this, two feathers caught in the wind, we build and come together. Music. Magic. Pain. Sadness. True love. This is it. Always.

She stills, resting against me with my head on her chest, heartbeat racing underneath. “Three to one, I win,” she chuckles lightly.

I laugh. “You have a distinct advantage, but I’ll let you have it. The next round? We’ll see.”

Her giggle is infectious, and, damn, I don’t giggle. But here I am, unraveling with her once again.

“I love you.” The words jump from her like she can’t contain them. Her brow pinches uncertainly as they escape. She shuts down her unease with, “I’m sure.”

My mouth quirks into a smile, taking her in, kissing her lips, and squeezing her closer. “Then, I get the prize, after all.” Her coy grin fills me with immense satisfaction. “I love you, too.”

Her eyes dance over my face, flecked with moonlight and dilated with delight. My fingertips skip slowly down her back.

“I want to stay the night, sleep with you, wake up next to you,” she whispers, nuzzling me. “Be here, like this, for as long as we can.”

Her voice catches with sadness, creating the list like she thinks our time will run out.