I tore her shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere we could worry about later. Then I fitted myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her opening. I slid in an inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate me as she moaned. “I love you,” I murmured again, just to hear myself say it once more.

I slipped in another inch, and then another. Our sounds of pleasure mixed together now, a song woven in the night. We had fucked before, sure. But this was different. This was making love.

Fully inside her, her pussy clenched tight around me. She was perfect in every way, made for me. Made for us. Savannah wrapped her hands around my shoulders, and I braced myself on either side of her head. She smiled up at me as I rocked in and out, keeping a steady rhythm.

Savannah gasped as I drove my cock inside her, my name coming as a stutter on her lips. I dropped one of my hands to her perfect breast, squeezing it as she arched up against me. Soon, her pussy began to pulse, and I wasn’t far from release myself.

I rolled my hips harder, never losing her eye contact. I wanted to look at her as she shattered around me, filled with the knowledge that I loved her.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her eyes widening ever so slightly. “Fuck, Luther, I love you, too.”

I caressed her breast as I drove her to her orgasm. “Let go, sweetheart. I’m here.”

Another pulse, another tease of her nipple and she came apart with my touch. Her body shook around me, her legs trembling on my back.

Seeing her face in the throes of passion, pleasure I had brought to her, had me roaring out my own release.

Stroking her face, I watched her until she came back to reality. She looked up at me with such an expression of happiness that it shook me to my core. I rolled off and rested next to her, trying to catch my own breath, and processing exactly what had happened.

The two of us were alone, the air between us filled with the sexual tension that never seemed to leave, and the knowledge of two people who had just professed their deepest affection for each other. Savannah trailed her fingers down my chest, avoiding my eyes.

“What’s up, sweetheart?”

She looked up at me, eyes wide in the moonlight. “Nothing.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t nothing me. What’s on your mind?”

“It’s just…” Savannah sighed, chewing on her lip. “Does it bother you that I love more than just you?”