“How?” she asks, locking eyes with me again.
“In my bed.” My mouth finds hers, and I nip at her bottom lip before releasing it.
“Naked.”
I lick from her collarbone to her breast, flattening my tongue over her nipple, making her moan.
“Dripping wet for me.”
I keep my thrusts shallow, only pushing an inch or two into her. When my thumb meets her clit again, and I suck her nipple into my mouth, she finds her climax, eyespopping open to meet mine as she gasps and moans quietly.
Once her body relaxes, I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her chest, up to her cheeks, and finally her lips. The little minx spreads her legs more and reaches down to grip my cock, pumping it twice, which is enough to make me lose any potential train of thought I might have had. I rest my forehead on her chest, trying not to lose my mind.
“Where are they?” She grips me tighter, and I groan, pulling her nipple back into my mouth.
After a few seconds, I remember her question and reach for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and quickly rolling it on.
As much as I want to sink into her, I force myself to slow down, to drink her in, and feel everything in this moment. I spent so much time trying to numb my feelings, to escape them and reality as often as possible. Then I learned how to handle them without needing to hide behind anything. And now, here with her, I’m not afraid to feel it all.
I want to.
I need to.
Sensing the shift, she glides her fingers over my cheek, up to my forehead, pushing my hair back. She gives me time to process, even if she doesn’t understand what it is I’m feeling.
“Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real and that you’re here,” I admit.
“I’m right here.” She pulls me down for a soft kiss. “I’m right here,” she repeats with another kiss. “I’m here and I want you. All of you.” This time, she kisses me deeper, shifting until the tip of my cock is gliding to her entrance. All I want is for those words to be true. “I’m here and I’m yours, Arthur.”
I push inside her, and we both moan, breathing one another’s air.
Has anything ever felt this good?
“No, it hasn’t,” she murmurs. I push deeper, and her eyes widen, a silent gasp forcing her lips open. “Nothing’s ever felt this good.”
I can’t be bothered to care that I let that thought slip out of my mouth. Not when she agrees with me.
“Tell me if it’s too much or not enough.” I rest my forehead on hers, giving her shallow thrusts like I did with my fingers.
“It’s both,” she whines. “It’s so much, but I’m not sure I’ll ever have enough of you. Go slow, but give me all of you.”
I already have.
We’re panting, despite how slowly I’m moving. When I’m all the way inside her, I hold myself there, breathing her in as I burrow into her neck again. She shifts beneath me, circling her hips and whimpering when the base of my cock brushes her clit.
“Alice, baby, you’re driving me crazy. You feel so fucking good. So perfect for me.” I give her a deep thrust, and she moans loudly, nails digging into my shoulders.
“Arthur,” she whispers, gasping when I push into her again, then pulling me down for another kiss.
Time slows, and we move at this languid pace, kissing one another as thoroughly as we’re fucking. It’s all-consuming, the way we move, the way we swallow one another’s moans, and our bodies move in sync.
She lifts her knee, and her noises become more desperate. When she comes, our mouths are still fused together, and when I follow her immediately after, we’re both slick and spent.
Gasping for air, I slide out of her and quickly tie thecondom, not wanting to miss out on another moment of being this close to her. I pull her body into mine until her head is on my shoulder, and I hold her tightly despite the sweat on our skin.
When her stomach rumbles, I kiss the top of her head and move quickly to get the pizza she brought home.
She doesn’t bother putting clothes on, but when I forget to eat because I keep staring at her naked body, she giggles and tucks the sheet around herself. Once we’re both satisfied in every possible way, I put the box on my dresser where Luther won’t reach it and shuffle back under the covers, pulling her close to me again and listening to her tell stories about past horses she’s worked with until eventually we fall into a content, happy silence.
