I straddle his lap, his cock hard against my entrance. His hands grip my ass, eyes dark and hungry. He drags my lips into his. It’s hot. Desperate. Devouring.
He thrusts up as I sink down, and we groan in unison—the stretch, the pressure, the way we fit together so perfectly.
“Fuck, yes,” he rasps against my mouth. “That’s it, Al. Ride me.”
His hands knead my ass, pushing me deeper, the friction intoxicating.
“Oh, God.” It slips out broken, a cry tangled in pleasure.
His mouth curves against mine. “I live for those sounds. So fucking hot.”
My body trembles as he drives harder, faster, rocking me into him, his mouth crashing back onto mine, swallowing every moan.
My head tips back, ready to come, but his hand cups the back of my head, bringing my gaze to his.
“I want to watch you come.”
The burn builds fast, pleasure winding me tight. I dig my nails into his shoulders, desperate, frantic, every nerve ending screaming.
“Jensen…” My voice is ragged, pleading.
“Come for me,” he grunts, driving deeper. “Soak my cock. Show me how good it feels.”
AndGod,do I show him. Pleasure rips through me, a guttural moan breaking free as I fall apart. I fight to keep my gaze on his, but my vision blurs, stars sparking until my eyes roll back. Each wave crashes harder than the last, leaving me trembling, clinging to him like he’s the only thing anchoring me to earth. My thighs quiver, every nerve alive, carrying the bliss until I’m gasping his name.
He’s right there with me, thrusting harder, arms locking tight around me. His eyes squeeze shut, and a raw groan tears from his chest as his release overtakes him.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
He freezes, shuddering, before collapsing against the couch. I rest my forehead to his, and the world stills. Just him and me, breathing the same air.
A rush of emotion slams into me, stealing my breath. Tears sting before I can stop them, and I clutch him tighter, gasping for air.
“Shit, babe.” His hands comb through my hair. “You okay?”
I nod against him, a shaky smile breaking through the tears. My hand cups his neck, thumb brushing his skin. “Happy tears,” I whisper with a laugh-cry. “I just love you. I love you so much.”
His hands frame my face. “Look at me.”
I do.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I love you.”
All the feelings crash over me, too many to name. Pride. Relief. Joy so sharp it almost hurts.
He did it.
I did it.
Somehow, against all the odds,we did it.
We’re healing. Finding our way back. After everything, we keep choosing each other. Through the hard, through the ugly. We’re still here.
Maybe walking away would’ve been easier. Maybe it would’ve been harder. I’ll never know.
But what I do know is this?—
We chose to stay.
