“So you’ll come with me,” he says, not a question.
“Yes,” I murmur, smiling. “But if you need to hear it again…”
“I do.”
“I will always come with you wherever you go,” I tell him, and he exhales. His hand drags up the front of his shirt, knuckles grazing skin and muscle. The night hums around us, the bench solid at our backs, the bourbon forgotten on the railing.
“Inside?” he asks, voice gone low.
“In a minute,” I say, stealing one more kiss that lands hungry this time, a tease of teeth and promises. “I like the view.”
The minute lasts about five seconds before we’re kissing up the stairs, bumping shoulders, laughing when we clip the wall. Clothes become navigation hazards. I trip out of my jeans, underwear tangled at my knees, one sock off. Dom’s not doing much better, his jeans stubbornly clinging to one calf as we fall onto the bed in a tangle.
He rolls me into his lap so I’m straddling his thighs. His hands bracket my waist, steady and warm. “You’re beautiful,” he says, like it’s a simple fact.
I roll my eyes on instinct. “I’m… mediocre at best.”
His eyes narrow in determination. A breath later, he flips us, pinning my wrists above my head with a gentleness that feels like trust, not restraint. “You’re beautiful,” he repeats, softer now,kissing a slow path along my stomach, up my chest, to that spot below my ear that short-circuits my defenses. “Beautiful.”
A sound leaks out of me that I didn’t plan on making. He moves with me, hips aligning, our cocks heavy between us. The world tilts.
“I’ll never get tired of that,” he whispers, mouth at my jaw. “The sounds you make when it’s just us.”
“Only you,” I breathe, the words catching. “Only you.”
He smiles against my skin, and we tumble again, laughter tangled up in sheets. We’re a mix of lips and hands as I slide them down his chest, relearning the lines of him—shoulder, spine, the warm stretch of muscle across his stomach that jumps under my touch. He answers with his own slow exploration: thumbs pressing at my hips, palms mapping my back, a tongue circling my nipple and sucking, sending a shockwave through my body. What was a patient and reverent pace turns want into need.
“Tell me what you want, little mouse,” he says, voice low and rough… and so fucking sexy.
I tip his face up with two fingers and kiss him, deep and sure, tilting until our breathing syncs and the room goes quiet around the sound of it. “You,” I say against his mouth. “I want you.”
His forehead rests on mine for a beat, like he’s locking the moment into place. “You already have me,” he murmurs before hitching my knee over his hip, making our cocks slot together. He captures my lips in a kiss that conveys everything—life, love, happiness… the acknowledgement that this is real.
I roll my hips, seeking more friction as my cock leaks precum, mixing with his. Dom reaches down and takes us both in hand. I moan into his mouth when he swirls his thumb around the head of my cock. My muscles go taut with every zing of pleasure that shoots through me.
“Fuck, Dom. The way you touch me… I can’t explain it. It’s like mybody is finally coming alive.” He reaches down and tugs on my balls, causing me to moan a generous “Fuuuuuuck.”
I bury my face in his neck in search of any piece of real estate my teeth can grab onto. His mouth hangs open on a silent cry when I bite and suck where his neck and shoulder meet. The stiff, hard outline of his cock drags against mine as I thrust into his hand, still at an infuriatingly slow pace.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, and I just nod in agreement. The chemistry we have is undeniable. Every time I angle my mouth, he answers. Every time I try a new pace, he reads it and writes the next line.
We find a rhythm that’s our own. Slow, then quicker, then slow again, because dragging this out is kinda our thing, everything we do is edging each other.
“I don’t ever want this feeling to stop,” I confess.
“And what feeling is that, little mouse?”
I pull back so I can look into his eyes. If I’m gonna have the courage to say this, then I’m going to say it right.
“Love.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, and I worry for a moment. Did I just fuck this up? Am I rushing him?
“Mouse,” he says, cupping my jaw. Dom brushes a tear away with his thumb. “Love is something I never thought I would crave… until you.”
He smashes his lips down onto mine with promises of future kisses. The need that’s been building between us takes hold, and a once-sweet moment now turns desperate and needy.
“More,” I breathe. “Please, more.”
