“Do you realize how much of me you own?”
“If it’s the same as how much of me you have, then it’s a lot.”
“Everything, Forest. You have every part of me. I’m wholly yours.”
With that, he held himself at my entrance and gave a tentative, small thrust. I gasped, doing my best to relax. If I tensed, we’d be here all night. And as much as I’d love to enjoy his body for hours on end, I couldn’t deal with the maybe, maybe not with my need to come.
Gripping his arms, reveling in his strength, I held on as he pushed in farther. Every inch hurt like hell, but I didn’t voice it. I held Sheldon’s gaze to reassure him I wanted to continue. He did until he was fully seated inside of me.
“My god,” he rasped when his hips met my ass. “You are every level of perfect.”
“Not even close, although I appreciate you saying it.”
He retreated ever so slightly before pushing back in. Short thrusts that soon became more when he felt my body relax beneath him. The longer he was inside me, the easier it became. Soon, pain turned to pleasure, and I held on to him for a different reason.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You were made for me.”
“Need you.”
He lowered himself until his chest touched mine and his elbows braced on either side of my head. “There is one thing you never have to doubt. You will always have me in whatever capacity you need.”
“Sheldon?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you.” My eyes began filling with tears. “They say you shouldn’t declare your love for someone during sex, but after tonight, I can’t keep it in. I’ve never met anyone like you. Theway you care for me, how you show me you want me, and are willing to protect me with your life, it’s so easy to fall for you.”
Sheldon blinked, then blinked again. His eyes mirroring mine, wetness building in them. “I love you too,” he whispered. He tucked his face against my neck. “I love you so much.”
While tears broke free from my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his back, and wetness hit my neck, Sheldon wasn’t fucking me any longer. He was making love to me.
Everything changed in that moment. Not just our feelings for each other, but what this meant. I gave Sheldon a part of myself no one else ever had. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I’d let him.
Sheldon moved his hands down to cup my ass and picked up the pace. The sounds in the room were dirty and ours. The scent was a mixture of our sweat and pleasure. My dick leaked onto my stomach, hard again after going soft when I was in pain.
This was what I wanted. This was what I needed, who I was made to be with.
“Yes,” I panted. “More.”
I clawed at him, couldn’t get enough. He had to go deeper, harder. I wanted him buried so I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
When he rolled us so he was on his back and I was on top, I wasn’t sure what to do at first. Yes, I knew, but at the same time, I’d never been in this position. Sitting up, his fingers threaded with mine. From here, I was the one in charge. It was heady.
“Work yourself on me,” he said. “Make yourself feel good. I want to see you come.”
I moaned. “Why do your words go right to my balls?”
“It’s a skill. One of many.” He punched his hips upward, drawing a gasp from me.
He gave me the courage to be bold and do as he asked. Too bad I couldn’t fight the flush overtaking my body. The heatcrept up my abdomen to my chest before settling in my face. It wasn’t the first time he saw me like this, and it wouldn’t be the last. If I weren’t trying to make myself soar, I might have been embarrassed.
Using my legs, I lifted and lowered myself. I leaned back and then forward. I did everything I could to find the spot that felt best. Once I did, I stayed there to bounce on his dick like it was my goddamn job.
“Good,” he urged. “Keep going.”
His hand wrapped around my dick so he could jerk me in time with my movements. It was so much, so amazing.
Oh god, I was fucking close.
