He doesn’t stop me as I climb on top, straddling his hips, reaching between us to guide him to me.I rub the head of his cock against myself, slick and ready.He groans, deep and raw, grabbing my hips hard.
“Fuck, Evangeline?—”
I sink down on him, inch by inch.He fills me completely, thick and perfect.We both go still, breathing hard.His eyes are locked on mine, wild and reverent.
“You feel...so good,” he manages.
I roll my hips and his jaw clenches.I do it again, finding a rhythm, riding him slow and deep, grinding against him with every stroke.His hands move up my body, grabbing my breasts, my waist, whatever he can reach.I can feel how close he is already.
“You’re killing me,” he says, voice broken.
I lean down and kiss him, hard.“Then die with me.”
He flips us suddenly, driving into me with one powerful thrust that knocks the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, yes?—”
I lock my legs around his waist as he starts to move, hard and fast now, no more patience.Every thrust hits deep, his mouth open against my throat, hands gripping my hips tight.
The headboard knocks the wall.I can’t stop moaning.Every sound, every word, spills out without thinking.
“Right there.Don’t stop.Oh god?—”
He presses his forehead to mine.“Come with me.”
I nod, unable to speak because I’m already there.My body tenses and shatters again, and he follows, hips jerking, groaning my name as he comes inside me, long and deep.
Silence stretches between us, but it doesn’t feel empty.It feels full, like the room is holding its breath right along with us.I let my cheek rest against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart.Steady.Anchoring.
He brushes a hand through my hair gently."You good?"
I nod before the words catch up."Yeah.Actually...I feel like I can breathe again."
He tilts my chin so I’ll look at him, and there’s something raw in his eyes.Not uncertainty, just the weight of everything we didn’t say before now.
"I love you, so much, I can’t lose you," I say softly.
Something in him cracks, quiet and visible.He smiles like it hurts a little."I’ll never tire of hearing you say that.I’ve been waiting a long time to hear that."
"How long?"
He exhales through his nose, eyes scanning mine like he’s reliving the whole damn timeline."Since that backyard party Calla threw.You wore that ridiculous yellow dress and argued with Marcus about hot sauce like your life depended on it.I knew right then I was screwed."
I laugh, low and real."That dress was not ridiculous."
"It made it hard to breathe," he says."Still does."
The confession makes my throat tight with emotion.All this time, all these years, he's been carrying this.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because you were with him.And I'm not the kind of man who moves in on another guy's woman, no matter how much I wanted to."
"I wish you had.I wish I'd been brave enough to see what was right in front of me."
"You see it now.That's what matters."
I kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste and feel of him.This is what love is supposed to feel like.Not performance or control, but genuine connection.Two people choosing each other despite all the complications.
