He shifted out from behind me, laying me down and peelingaway my shorts. “Need to feel you clenching around me like you did my fingers.” He kissed his way back up my body, making my skin tingle in his wake.
His mouth met mine, our lips soft and the kiss unhurried, both of us putting everything we were feeling into it. My need to connect with him overwhelmed me, and I gripped the back of his head, holding him tightly to me. I whimpered my disappointment when he pulled away, but it was immediately replaced with anticipation as he shimmied out of his boxer briefs.
Thank God. Because I desperately needed him. More than I’d ever needed anything.
He climbed back on top of me, positioning himself between my legs and tenderly brushing the hair off my face. His lips descended on mine, and with every swipe of his tongue, I was reminded that this man loved me. Adored me. Hungered for me. Just like I did him.
The feelings settled deep inside me, and I held him tight as he lined up the tip of his cock with my entrance and slowly pushed forward.
Simultaneously, we moaned from the sensation. His gaze held mine with such intensity and longing as he began to move, the words weren’t even necessary. But a need to tell him anyway burned until I couldn’t stop myself.
“I love you,” I whispered, running the tips of my fingers along his back.
He smiled down at me. “Jesus, love. Hearing you say those words to me…” He visibly swallowed, vulnerability staring back at me. “You can’t imagine how happy it makes me.”
I could imagine, because hearing them from him earlier had the same effect on me.
“I love you so much that I wish I could put it into words.”
I smiled, digging my nails into his ass. “Then show me instead.”
His lips lifted into that sexy smirk of his and I trembled,knowing what that look meant. Knowing he would pour everything he had into pleasing me. Obliterating me all over again.
He moved slowly at first, his gaze never straying from mine, instead boring into me as our bodies slid together in perfect harmony. He reached down and lifted my thigh over his hip, the angle allowing him to plunge deeper and faster. Our desire for each other quickly ramped up as I clawed at his back, feeling like he was claiming me with each thrust.
I moved my hips, matching his rhythm as we collided again and again, somewhere between fucking and making love. My belly seized, and I screamed out in pleasure seconds before I felt him tighten under my touch. He dug his fingers into my thigh, holding me tight as he bucked furiously into me. My body convulsed, each spasm feeling stronger than the one before, and I arched up into him. My pussy felt so full. I never wanted this feeling to end.
He grunted, slamming into me one last time and emptying himself deep inside me. His weight collapsed down onto me and I didn’t even care that I couldn't breathe. Because holding him like this, being connected to him like this, was worth it.
His lips brushed against the column of my throat before he shifted, sliding out of me. We both let out a sigh at the loss of connection, and he rolled onto his back, bringing me with him so I was tucked into his side.
I wanted to stay in the moment with him. Not allow my mind to wander back to today and everything that transpired. But as a flood of emotions rushed through me, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling it all. A single tear slipped down my cheek, landing on his chest.
He lifted my chin to look at him. “What’s wrong, my love?”
My love.Oh my God. He was calling mehislove this entire time. How the hell was I so blind? To all of it. Tears fell more freely now, and concern etched his features.
Quickly, I shook my head. “Nothing’s wrong. That was amazing.And after today, I guess…” How the hell did I explain female emotions? I wasn’t sure I truly understood them.
“I broke the dam you built to hold yourself together?” he inquired, obviously understanding my feelings better than I did.
I chuckled, laying my head back on his chest. “Exactly.”
“Good.” He tightened his hold on me. “I don’t ever want anything else between us. No more dams.”
I took in a shaky breath. “What if I don’t get over this?”
“You will.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “We’ll do it together.” He was quiet then, almost like he wanted to say more.
“I feel like there’s something you’re not saying. Nothing between us, remember? That goes both ways.”
He sighed. “I’m not sure if you’re ready to hear it.” He paused before adding, “I think we should move back to my apartment.” I stiffened, but he quickly continued. “In order to feel safe at work, you have to feel safe at home. But being here is just a temporary safe feeling. Isn’t it? And we can’t hide out here forever.”
He had a point that I couldn’t argue with. Reluctantly, I nodded. Maybe that would be the logical first move, but in reality… “I can probably move back to my apartment at this point.”
His hold on me tightened. “No.”
“I don’t need help anymore, and like you said?—”
