So I wiggled my hips, taking him a little deeper.
“No,” I whimpered. “Just… slow.”
Perish’s lips claimed mine again, kissing long and deep, until I swear I felt it in my toes.
And as I did, he pressed deeper, then, yes, deeper.
A low, deep groan escaped him as he finally settled deep. But he paused, giving my body a moment to adjust.
It was only when my legs went around him again, my hips rocking, that he finally started to move, to give in to the need for friction we were both feeling.
He was gentle at first. Slow. Careful.
But as my whimpers became soft moans, as my hips writhed and my nails dug in, he gave me what we both knew I needed—harder, faster.
“Shh,” he hissed as a sharp moan escaped me when his hips angled just right.
But it wasn’t long before my body was edging closer and closer, making it impossible for me to keep my lips pressed together.
Perish’s arm slid under mine, his hand moving over to press down over my mouth, muffling my sounds against his palm as he fucked me harder still.
My body tensed.
My muscles shook.
“That’s it,” Perish murmured, his voice a deep growl. “I’ve got you. Come for me, baby.”
Then, with a cry against his hand, the orgasm ripped almost violently through me.
“Fuck,” Perish groaned as my walls tightened around him over and over.
He kept fucking me through it before surging deep, his whole body jolting as he came.
His weight came more fully down on me—crushing, really—but I only wrapped him up tighter, my face buried tightly into his neck.
Partly because I just liked the feel of being close.
The other part was because there was an embarrassing sting of tears in my eyes. And I didn’t want him to think that I was getting silly and clingy. I just couldn’t help getting emotional when good things happened. And what just happened between us? That was very, very good.
Eventually, little by little, calm came back to our bodies, and Perish slowly pulled away.
He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before leaving me and the bedroom completely, going into the bathroom while I mustered enough strength to scoot to the far side of the bed against the wall to make room for him.
Should I probably sneak back out? Yes. But I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
So I waited for Perish to come back, his massive body making the whole mattress tip toward him as he moved back on top.
My belly tightened, feeling awkwardness swell.
But then his arm slid under me and curled me up onto his chest.
That arm stayed draped across my hip while the other one gently sifted through my hair.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Gonna need verbal confirmation,” he said, his voice sounding concerned.
