"Make love to me again," I whisper against his mouth."Slower this time.I want to memorize every moment."
His breath catches when I say it, like I’ve hit something deep in him.His hands still on my waist, and for a second we just stay like that—mouths close, foreheads brushing, breath mingling.Then he kisses me again, softer now.Like he’s saying yes without words.
I feel him shift under me, gentle and unhurried, his hands slipping up my back, fingertips tracing the curve of my spine.He moves like he has all the time in the world.Like I’m something to be unwrapped, not rushed through.Every stroke of his fingers feels deliberate, reverent, like he’s trying to commit every inch of me to memory.
His lips travel down my throat, slow and warm.I tilt my head back to give him space, and when he sucks lightly at the hollow there, I let out a soft moan, breathy and quiet.
“Lie back,” he murmurs.
I do, stretching out across the bed, heat curling between my legs before he’s even touched me again.He leans over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding slowly down my ribs.His gaze never leaves mine, and there’s something in it that makes my chest ache.Like he’s seeing me in a way no one ever has.
I open my legs for him, slow and easy, completely unashamed.He settles between them, but doesn’t move to fuck me yet.His hand strokes along my inner thigh, up and back again, patient and sure.I can feel how wet I am already, how ready, but he takes his time, dipping a finger between my folds like he’s testing something sacred.
“You’re soaked,” he says, voice low and rough.
My hips lift instinctively, chasing more.“I want you.”
“You have me.”
He leans down, mouth brushing over my nipple, soft at first, then harder.He sucks gently and I arch up, one hand threading into his hair.He gives the other breast the same attention, licking and sucking until I’m breathing in sharp, shallow gasps, thighs tightening around his hips.
Then he reaches down between us and guides himself to me.The head of his cock pushes against me and I feel my whole body go tense with anticipation.He holds there, not pushing in yet, just looking down at me.
“Look at me,” he says, voice almost a whisper.
I do.And when he slides into me, slow and smooth, I feel every inch of it.I feel stretched, filled, surrounded.My breath catches and I grip his shoulders, not because it hurts—it doesn’t—but because the feeling is so much I don’t know what to do with it.
He bottoms out with a soft groan, burying his face in my neck.We don’t move right away.We just breathe.I swear I can feel his heartbeat against mine.
“You feel perfect,” he says into my skin.
He starts to move, slow and deep.Every thrust is deliberate, paced.His hips rock into mine like he’s savoring the drag, the heat, the way I clutch around him.I can feel him everywhere, the weight of him pressing me down into the mattress, the way his hands cradle my face now, thumbs stroking my cheeks like I might vanish if he lets go.
I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, and the next stroke hits something that makes me whimper.
“Right there,” I breathe.
“I know,” he says, kissing my jaw.“I’ve got you.”
His mouth finds mine again, the kiss open and unhurried, tongues stroking lazy and warm.He fucks me like he means it, like it’s not just about getting off, but about staying connected.About making this count.
My body starts to tremble.The heat is low and tight in my belly, coiling with each slow grind of his hips.He reaches between us, finds my clit and rubs gentle circles, and it’s almost too much.
“I’m close,” I whisper.
“I feel you,” he says, thrusting a little deeper, a little slower.“Let go.”
I do.My orgasm washes over me in waves, thick and sweet and endless.I gasp, clinging to him, my body tightening around his cock as I fall apart.
He keeps moving, riding it out, chasing his own release.His rhythm falters and his breath stutters, then he groans against my throat, hips jerking as he comes inside me, warm and deep.We stay joined like that, shaking and panting, neither of us saying anything for a long moment.
Then he kisses me again.Slow.Tender.
And I kiss him back like I never want to stop.
"Don't leave me," I whisper into the darkness a little while later.
"Only death could take me from you, Angel.And even then, I'd fight my way back."
