His hands stay on my thighs, fingers digging into my skin as he rolls his hips, deep and deliberate. Each thrust is like a promise carved into bone. Like he’s trying to make me feel it tomorrow.
We move together, bodies slick and breath tangled, his mouth never far from mine. He kisses me between moans, like he needs that contact just to breathe.
“Look at me,” he growls when I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed.
I do, and the look on his face unravels me.
It’s not just lust. It’s possession. It’s worship. It’s raw, wrecked hunger and something frighteningly close to tender.
It breaks me open.
Pleasure rips through me like a storm that’s sharp, deep, and endless. I cry out, clutching him as I come around him, shaking.
“Sam! Yes!”
He follows with a curse, his hips snapping once more before he buries himself deep and spills into me, a sound escaping him that’s all heat and surrender.
We stay like that—forehead to forehead, hearts pounding, bodies slick and trembling. His arms wrap around me again, like he needs to hold me still. Like if he doesn’t, he’ll unravel completely.
He presses a kiss to my temple, still inside me, still holding on.
And for the first time in a long, long while I don’t want to let go either. But then the thought hits me like a drop of cold water sliding down the spine.
My breath hitches. “We didn’t use a condom.”
Sam’s head lifts immediately, eyes sharpening with concern. “Shit,” he breathes. “Darlin’, I didn’t even think about it. It’s been so long and I just—” He exhales hard, bracing himself above me. “I’m so sorry.”
I reach up, palm pressing to his chest, feeling his heart still thundering beneath my fingers. “Hey. It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
Relief softens his expression, but only slightly. “Still. I should’ve asked. That’s on me.”
“I didn’t exactly bring it up either,” I murmur, fingersbrushing along his collarbone. “We were both kind of lost in it.”
He searches my face like he’s still waiting for me to change my mind, to pull away.
I don’t.
“I trust you,” I say softly. “And I’m clean. I got tested a couple months ago after—” I pause, then shrug. “After everything ended with Kurt.”
His jaw tics slightly at the name, but he nods. “Same here. Last relationship ended over a year ago. I’ve been tested since. I wouldn’t—” He trails off, looking almost gutted by the idea of putting me at risk. “I wouldn’t take chances with you.”
The weight of his words presses into me. Not heavy. Just real. This isn’t just sex.
“I know,” I whisper.
He leans down and kisses me. Not with urgency this time, but with a gentleness that feels like more.
“I still plan on wrecking you again later,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I laugh, heart lighter now. “Well, at least you’re consistent.”
“Damn right I am,” Sam says, cocky and content.
But before I can fire back with something equally smart, a yawn sneaks up on me and stretches my whole body with it. I blink, already half-lost to the warmth of the blankets and the heat of him still curled around me.
He watches me with a grin, brushing a knuckle down my cheek. “That your way of tapping out?”
I sigh, nestling into his bed like it’s the only place I belong. “No tapping out. Just pausing for a nap.”
