He runs a hand down my body, over the curve of my waist and the length of my leg until he grips firmly behind my knee with one hand and cups my jaw with the other. The pad of his thumb strokes my cheekbone, as his heated eyes bore into mine and he lifts my knee so it’s bent up. His eyes don’t leave mine as he positions himself at my entrance and inches into me. Slowly. Torturously. It’s consuming and frustrating all at the same time. I want to hook my legs around his and pull him deep into me but I can’t as he’s holding my leg firm. I want him to come close enough that I can kiss him, but he wants to look me in the eye.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, then composes himself quickly.
Just when I think he can’t go any deeper, he grinds his hips and proves me wrong.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, and his lips twitch knowing he’s hit the right spot. He dips his head so he’s just in teasing distance from my lips.
“You feelin’ me yet, Stunner?”
“Yes.” My voice sounds all breathy, and I can’t form any more words. I feel him. I feel every inch of him, and I feel everything he’s conveying with his body.
His hips grind in a circular motion left, then back in a figure eight, right. It makes my head spin, and my body surrenders to him. I stop trying to fight with him to kiss him. His hand leaves my cheek to push my other knee up. When he thrusts upwards, I think my vision goes hazy.
“Eyes on me,” he orders gently, before he pulls out and slams back into me again “You understandin’ me, Stunner?” he says as he moves. His jaw is clenched tight and his voice sounds strained, his hips continue grinding in slow, delicious circles. “You’re mine, Ari. From the minute you walked into me. I knew it.”
“Yes,” I agree.
His movements are still torturous but this time he pulls out slowly, waits, then slams in fast and hard.
“Mine to kiss.”
Slam.
“Yes.”
“Mine to protect.”
“Yes.”
“Mine to love,” he whispers, leaning into me as my legs wrap around his waist and he kisses me softly.
“Yes,” I whisper back. “Yours to love.”
He smiles against my mouth before picking up the pace again. This time, there’s no waiting in between thrusts. He relentlessly moves fast and hard. Solidifying his declarations, and making unspoken promises I know he’ll keep.
Coming down from the high, for just that moment, then being hurtled back up there makes every sensation magnified. I pant, trying to form words, but they come out as gasps and moans. When his skin breaks out in a light sheen of sweat, I know he’s close to the breaking point.
“Take me with you,” I say, having held back as much as I can up until now but wanting to go with him.
“Oh yeah, Stunner. One way or another, always with me,” he replies, his voice gravellier than before. He tilts his hips, and thrusts at an angle, which is all it takes to tear my orgasm from me. It comes upon me fast, and although I expected it, I never expected it to happen as fast as this.
“Denham,” I cry.
“Let it go, Stunner,” he urges between clenched teeth as his orgasm hits him hard too. Our voices mingle in a series of cries and groans, which seem to go on forever yet when they start to subside it doesn’t feel long enough. I could do this forever.Shivers travel through my body, making all my muscles spasm and shake. An orgasm has me rendered stunned.
He lets my legs down gently, placing them on the bed before laying down next to me and tucks me into his side. We lay there for a couple of minutes, letting our breathing regulate and coming back down to earth.
He’s just told me he loves me, with his body. I felt it. That emotional connection that you can’t fake. The feeling you can’t pretend is there, if it isn’t. And I did my best to tell him that, too. My throat closes, just for a second and when I breathe in, a sob escapes through my chest and a tear slides across my cheek.
“Ari?”
I turn my cheek and bury it into the crook of his arm.
“Hey,” he says, coaxing me to come out of hiding. “What is it?”
“Nothing…you just make me happy, is all,” I squeak out.
He laughs and brushes my cheek with his fingertips. “Now who’s being cute?” he chuckles.
