"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured as he stared into my eyes.
I reached down and guided him until he was nestled between my folds.
"Make love to me," I whispered.
He kissed me softly as he entered me, with so much care, so much tenderness, it almost brought more tears to my eyes.
We gasped into each other's mouths, moving against each other, rocking our bodies in time, finding the rhythm that would take us to our peak. I soon found my release as pleasure exploded within me, starting at my core and spreading to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
Nathan let out a muffled groan into my shoulder, his muscles locking, going tense. I clutched him to my chest as he shook his way through orgasm, spilling himself inside me.
We both came down from the high together, relaxing back down into the mattress until we were on our sides facing each other. We traded lazy kisses back and forth.
Nathan took my hand in his and held it to his mouth to place a soft peck on the knuckles.
"How soon?" he asked.
"I'll need to have the surgery within the next two weeks."
"Do your parents know?"
"No. Not yet."
"Would you like me to be there when you tell them?"
My heart ached sweetly.
"Yes," I said. "I'd love for you to be there."
Because I knew I'd need the support.
