After all these years, I was surprised to find that hope still existed within me. A foreign concept for someone as troubled as me, I was sure. But then our kiss became more, our tongues lavishing each other, creating a language only understood by sharing our bodies, and I knew exactly where the hope had come from.
My back connected with the couch. Price climbed over my body, leaning down to kiss along my neck as his hands explored me like it was his first time. When our clothes fell to the floor, I felt his heat against my skin, and I could see it. I could feel it.
Not only had Price given me love, but he had given me a reason. I had a reason to fight. The future within his eyes involved me and him and hundreds of sex-hazed nights that never left a single bruise or any bite marks.
Price was my everything. When he placed his finger against my hole, the pressure he applied never inched towards painful. It was bliss. I trusted him to keep me safe, and I trusted that I would enjoy everything he gave me.
My head fell back against the couch cushion as I whined and squirmed, desperate to feel him inside me. “Please, please, I need you.”
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
As Price leaned over me to the drawer, I grabbed onto his sides and licked his tattooed skin. I felt him twitch against me. He gasped before falling back into position, a bottle of lube in hand.
“Was that always there?” I was out of breath, and my words came out choppy.
Sharp canines shone beneath the fake fire, a smirk spreading across his face. “When you started coming over here to fuck, I started stashing some everywhere.”
I lost all thoughts or humor when a lubed finger prodded at my entrance, opening me slowly. Every touch was electric, almost lethal in power. My hips bucked into him, my cock slapping against my abdomen in time with my desperate wiggles. I couldn’t stay still. Not when Price was beginning to add more fingers, scissoring me wider for him.
He hovered above me, one arm beside my head to keep his balance. Our eyes locked while he fucked me open, and I got lost in his admiration.
Restful nights spent side-by-side danced across his pupils. A house coated in the scent of homemade meals. Warmth and comfort for the next seventy or eighty years of our lives.
I lifted my hand, cradling his face. “I’m ready, Price.” More than ready. I was stretched perfectly for his cock, but more than that, I was ready for a life worth living.
He nodded, looking between my eyes as if he were searching for something. The gentle grin on his face told me he found it, whatever it was. “Me too.”
When he leaned back over me, I stopped him. “I don’t want a condom. I’m never going back.”
Under the flickering fire from the TV, I could see him hesitate. He looked shocked just before relief took over. Months of worry and anxiety melted away from him, his shoulders relaxing for the first time in I didn’t even know when. “Good.”
My hips lifted with his hands, positioning me perfectly just before he pressed the tip of his cock against me. The first bit of pressure was always the worst—it felt like I couldn’t possibly let him in, no matter how much I wanted to. I bent down, relaxing my lower body until he finally breached the first impasse of muscle.
I was full. So unbearably, unbelievably full of Price. He made small thrusts at first, easing in and out of me with care I’d come to know and love from him.
When his hipsfinally pressed against my ass, the yule log went black. The flames on the TV burned out, leaving us in the dark. It didn’t matter. Not when Price’s fire cradled over me, his head nuzzling into the side of my neck.
It warmed me from the inside out. Every drag of his dick brought me closer. I wrapped my legs around his lower back. My arms wrapped around his upper half. I squeezed him to me and rocked my hips down as he pushed up, completing a languid sequence we were always destined to.
There was little perfection in life. I could spot the wrongness of everything. Each crack in the sidewalk, or spider trail of slightly broken glass. When I looked in the mirror, I counted every sin and punishment like my life depended on it. It was all I was worth.
With Price moaning my name into my ear, his hips rocking into me gently, I realized I couldn’t find one damn thing wrong with it.
Price and I were meant to be.
The fire to my ice.
The gentle to my rough.
The everything to my nothing.
Fire erupted in my gut, making it churn as my moans got quieter and my muscles slowly began to tense. I could reach out and touch my orgasm, it was so close. I pulled my hands from around Price’s back and held his face close to mine. “Come inside of me.”
Our mouths smashed together. His hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking it in the same leisurely pace as his thrusts. Price tilted himself further, pushing deeper inside me until I could barely breathe.
I gasped against his lips and threw my head back, my hips and stomach tensing completely. “Price, Price, Price,” I chanted breathlessly, a quiet murmur against the sound of skin slapping against skin.
I melted. I became liquid underneath Price as my body shook and my lungs ceased. Cum gushed out of me, coating Price’s hand and my stomach equally. When I could finally inhale, I was close to screaming. “Oh god, yes.” I moaned, long and loud. My head slammed against the couch cushion, writhing against it as Price fucked me into overstimulation.
