I skid back into the bedroom with approximately one second to spare. My breath tangles up in my throat. “You couldn’t wait?”
Jared’s hand moves over his cock, stroking it in slow, strong movements. Even his arm muscles flex. A condom rests on the bed beside him, and I swallow.
That should not be as sexy as it is.
He smirks at me. “Thinking about you? Hot and naked and wet? Nope.”
I sink against the doorframe, my mouth going dry. “I feel like I’m going to wake up any second.”
His face softens. “Get over here.”
I kind of want to watch for longer. But I jump on him anyway. He laughs as he rolls us over, until he’s pressed flush against me, my legs parted. My eyes travel across his face.
I’m going to spend my whole life with this man.
Another kiss. “Missed you.”
I blink away the brightness in my eyes. “Show me.”
He tangles our fingers together, pushing them up above my head. As he pushesin. “Fuck, Emmy.”
He fills me slowly. Every empty space lights up like Christmas as Jared sinks in, inch by inch. “So much better than my imagination.”
“And your hand.” My back arches as he thrusts, his eyes focused on me.
I’m already tingling as he pauses, holding himself inside me. His teeth grazed my neck. “Remember what I said?”
“Fast first,” I whisper. “Slow second.”
“That’s it.” My breath escapes on a gasp as he pulls back and thrusts, my hands pinned. “You okay?”
I lift my legs, wrapping them around him. When I squeeze my muscles, he swears. “I’m not going to last very long.”
Neither am I. “We have other—ah!”
My headboard bangs against the wall, a very obvious announcement of exactly what we’re doing as Jared’s hips thrust against me in hot, fluid movement. “Never going to get enough of this.”
I can’t breathe. Can’t speak. All I can do is grip him and take what he’s giving me. Everything, and more.
“Never.” His lips brush mine, and he presses our foreheads together. “Jesus, Em. You feel perfect.”
Faster. He becomes heavier on top of me, his thrusts pushing us up the bed until I’m writhing, my body bucking underneath him. “I – I—,”
“Give it to me.” He flexes against me. “I want to hear it, baby. Let me hear you.”
My cry fills the whole fucking apartment, ripples of pleasure surging through my lower half in waves that don’t stop. Above me, Jared loses control, his movements jerking as he shudders in release and drops his face to my neck, breathing heavily.
My legs slip from his waist as I slump back into the mattress, my breath heaving. He follows me, his weight pressing down.
“I don’t want to squash you, but I don’t think I can move.” I can feel his smile against my skin, his words muffled.
I shake my head. It flops from side to side, my energy well and truly depleted. “Don’t move.”
I just want to soak this in. Soak him in.
“Okay,” he breathes. “I think you broke me.”
But you fixed me.
