Catching Mr. Wilson
They stayed like that for a heartbeat—bodies locked, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
Then he started to move.
Slow, deep rolls of his hips—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate care. Each thrust dragged against every sensitive spot inside her, building heat without hurry. Gabby wrapped her legs around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back, urging him closer, deeper.
“This feels so good,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You feel so good…”
Matt kissed her neck, her jaw, her mouth—murmuring her name like a prayer between thrusts. His hand slipped between them again, thumb finding her clit and rubbing in slow, firm circles that matche
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