She swallows again. “Yeah.”
My love for the woman under me threatens to overwhelm me. I know exactly what she means. I feel the same way. We’re bonded forever, not by legal document or official ceremony, but our commitment to each other.
I press at her entrance, our eyes locked.
She nods, urging me on. I push deeper, our bodies sliding together in a final act of giving ourselves to each other.
“I love you,” I choke out.
“I love you too,” she says, her fingertips pressing into my shoulders.
She feels like silk and velvet and exactly like heaven. As I withdraw, she grips me like I might never return, and I have to pause to make sure this isn’t over before it’s begun.
“It’s better like this,” she says, her voice breathy. “I can feel how hard you are.”
I groan. This woman is trying to kill me.
Her hands skirt the sides of me and pull me closer to her. I push in again, harder this time and she cries out my name.
I slam into her deeper and deeper, pressing and pressing, wanting her to feel everything I can feel.
“You’re perfect,” I cry out, tensing my jaw, sweat sheening my body.
“Jack,” she moans again.
My orgasm breaks from its leash and steals up my spine, sending blistering strikes of pleasure up every nerve ending, so deep inside me. If feels like I’m hurtling into a black hole, clinging on to Iris. She’s the only thing I’m sure that exists in this moment. The rest of the world falls away and I don’t care about anything else. I don’t think I’ll ever come back from the pleasure,the release, the feeling of pure bliss that fills every cell and the world goes black.
The next thing I’m aware of is Iris’s fingers, trailing down my spine. I think I might have actually blacked out.
She’s panting and hot and so fucking sexy, I have the urge to fuck her again instantly.
I roll to my back, bringing her with me, like we’re stuck together.
“I think I passed out,” I say.
She smiles at me. “I can’t believe I get to have a life with you. Are you sure this is real? Am I dreaming?”
“You’re not dreaming unless I am too. And if we’re both dreaming, I hope neither of us every wake up.”
A lazy smile curves around her lips and she rests her head on my chest.
I trace circles on her back and she shifts slightly on top of me. I try and ignore the blood rushing to my cock, every time her skin slides against mine, every time she breathes in and her body rises on mine.
“I can’t imagine a life without you,” I reply.
She lifts her head. “You don’t have to. Right?”
“Right.”
She pauses. “It might be a bumpy road here and there. I’m not used to your world.”
“Life can be bumpy. As long as we’re together.”
“Right.” She slides onto my cock, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“I’d give it all up if that’s what it takes to be with you.”
She gasps as she sinks down as deep as I will go. “I’d give up everything for you.”
