Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

89. Hannah

EIGHTY-NINE

My ears are ringing, and it’s all I can hear.

Maddox is… god, he’s filling me so completely.

He feels thicker. Bigger. And my body is struggling to take him.

My breasts ache, and my skin tingles under my clothing.

I twist my hands in the skirt of my dress, needing something to hold on to.

The ringing dulls, and then I can hear him.

His quiet grunts.

His labored breathing.

I force my eyes back open and feel a rush of wetness between my legs. He looks like literal sex.

His jaw is loose, his lips parted, his eyes hooded as they stare down at where we’re joined.

He’s no longer holding my panties out of the way, and I can feel the pressure of them stretched across my clit. And every time he thrusts in, then out, the material shifts. And I get closer to exploding.

But I need him with me.