I fuck her slow, deep.
Her legs wrap around my waist.
Every thrust hits that sweet spot inside, making her moan.
Her tight little cunt grips me like a glove.
I’m close, so Goddamn close, but I don’t want it to end, not so soon.
“Ransom,” she whimpers, her hips lifting to deepen my penetration.
My hands grip her hips as I slam into her, harder, faster?—
She comes again, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.
I follow her over the edge, spilling into her with a groan, shuddering as I collapse on top of her, feeling like I am, finally, home.
As we catch our breath, she traces patterns on my back, her breathing soft and steady.
I kiss her shoulder, my lips brushing her skin.
“I love you.”
I kiss the hollow at her collarbone, the gentle swell of her shoulder.
I murmur every truth I hold.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re brilliant.”
“You’re mine.”
“Please never leave me.”
“Please love me.”
“I need you.”
“I don’t want to live without you.”
“Please forgive me.”
Tears leak down her cheeks. I press soft kisses and lap at each one.
When we finally rest, both of us physicallyand emotionally spent, intertwined—her head lolling against my chest, our limbs tangled—I trace the delicate arch of her spine with my fingertips, imprinting her into memory once more.
She lifts her head, sleep-heavy, cheeks flushed.“Why did it take you so long?” she asks in a voice thick with wonder.
I cradle her face in my palm, thumb brushing over her lips.
“I was stupid. And scared. But not anymore.”
She breathes in deeply.
I lean close and speak the only words that matter. “I love you.”
Her eyelids flutter closed as she exhales. “I love you, too.”
