“Don’t stop,” I manage, breathless.
He doesn’t. He works me open with careful, practiced movements—as though he’s learning what I like second by second, and storing it away. Every press of his fingers is deliberate. Every kiss to my thigh is a reminder that I’mhis.
And when I look down and see the concentration on hisface, the way his brow furrows and his tongue peeks out just slightly, I can’t help but smile through the heat and tension winding tight in my core.
He looks so serious. Socommitted.
As if loving me—likethis—matters more than anything else in the world right now.
He curls his fingers just right, and something sparks low in my gut, making my hips twitch up toward his hand.
“Jesus, Todd…”
He looks up immediately, concern flickering across his face like he’s not sure if I mean that in agoodway.
I nod, almost frantic. “Yeah.That.Do that again.”
His lips tilt into the smallest, most smug smile. But it’s laced with something softer, too. Awe, maybe. Or pride. I can’t tell, and honestly, I don’t care, because the way he looks at me makes my chest feel like it’s too small to hold my heart.
He leans up again, fingers still moving slowly and steadily inside of me, and presses our foreheads together. “You’re gorgeous like this.”
I exhale shakily. “You always say that when I’m a mess.”
“Because I like when you come undone for me.”
My eyes flutter shut. “You keep talking like that, and I’m gonna embarrass myself before you even get inside me.”
He laughs, low and quiet, brushing his nose against mine. “Not possible. And I’m in no rush.”
I open my eyes again, locking on his. There’s nothing playful in my voice when I say, “I want you.”
His fingers slow.
“I want to feel all of you,” I whisper, voice raw. “I want you to haveme,Todd. Not just my body—me.”
His throat works as he swallows hard. His other handcomes up to cradle my jaw, thumb dragging slowly across my cheek.
“You already gave me that,” he murmurs. “The second you let me in.”
I nod, because there’s nothing else to say.
He kisses me once—deep and full of everything we’ve said and everything we haven’t said—and then slowly pulls his hand away to reach for the lube again. Then he snags a condom from his bag and tears it open with his teeth before he rolls it on, and then coats himself with the lube with a hiss through his teeth. I bite my lip watching him, skin flushed, muscles tense, every inch of him strung tight with restraint.
He’s fucking everything.
And still—still—he leans over me and whispers, “You ready?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “Been ready foryousince the day you showed up at my door for a one-and-done hookup.”
His hips shift, the head of his cock pressing gently against me, and I draw in a breath so sharp it trembles in my chest.
“Okay?” he asks, voice low and hoarse like he’s barely holding on.
I nod and wrap my legs around him, pulling him a little closer. “Yeah. Just… slow.”
“Always.”
He kisses me again as he starts to push in—just the tip, enough for my body to jolt at the pressure, at the stretch that’s new and familiar all at once. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I breathe through it, focusing on his warmth, on the way his lips trail across my cheek and temple like he’s trying to anchor me there.
