His arms find their rightful place around my neck, and I let the sun rise inside me with each movement of his lips and brush of his tongue against mine.
“I love you,” I whisper and watch his reaction.
I roll the condom over my cock and grip his hips. Nudging his hole with the tip, I push it inside him, sliding in perfectly. It’s like he was created for me, for my lips to kiss, my cock to fuck, and my heart to love.
He smiles, eyes fluttering shut and moaning when I thrust into him and give him time to adjust to my size. “I love you so much, Aoi.”
He doesn’t say it back but instead kisses me more delicately while gazing deeply into my eyes, and I know he means it, too.
I don’t need him to say it out loud to feel it.
I nip at his bottom lip. “You’re everything.” I thrust into him slowly at first, taking my precious time to raise more impatience in him. “Everything to me.”
His lips graze my neck as he murmurs against my skin, “You’re all mine, Prince Charming.”
Damn right, I am.
40
Visha
I blink the sleep away and am met with a scene straight out of my wildest dreams.
Aoi sleeps profoundly in my arms, his hair messy against my chest. I start counting each of his lashes and analyzing every leftover freckle. Most have faded, probably from all the time he spends hiding from the sun in a room as he writes masterpiece after masterpiece.
His chest rises and sinks in a regular motion with each breath. He seems so at ease and yet looks so fragile as if he’d break were I to hold him too firmly.
That couldn’t be further from the truth. Aoi is the strongest and kindest person I’ve ever met. No matter what was thrown in our faces, he never gave up on us. Day after day he worked his ass off to provide for us and give me the life he promised me.
I brush a strand of hair away from his face and place a tender kiss on his forehead. He groans in his sleep and nuzzles closer to me, shielding his body from the morning chill.
I glance at the scar on his forearm and frown. I can’t imagine the pain he endured at his own hands.
So I lift his arm and kiss the scar.
A kiss for each year he had to spend without me.
A loud meow rips me out of the moment as my head shoots toward the bedroom door frame where Ao slithers in like the diva she is. “Shh, you’ll wake him up.”
“Is she hungry?” Aoi mumbles, his voice hoarse while he pulls away from my arms.
"Come back here." I yank him against my chest. “She’s just very dramatic. Sorry she woke you up. You should sleep some more. It’s still early.”
Aoi rubs his eyes like a child and smiles. “Don’t worry about it. I have to get going anyway. Can’t stay too long.”
“Yeah, no. You’re not going anywhere.” I hold him firmly, bombarding his cheeks with kisses that make him laugh so beautifully, I almost explode from cuteness aggression. “I don’t want you to go. Stay with me.”
Forever.
He gasps for air and pushes me away, grinning adorably. “Chain me to the bed while you’re at it.”
“Good idea, come here.” I grab his arms and pin them above his head as I climb on top of him, listening to him giggle. “That way you’ll be with me all the time.”
“And how am I supposed to work if you tie me to the bed?” he mocks, eyes shimmering with amusement. “I thought you were a fan of my books. I can’t write if I can’t use my hands. Besides, I can’t touch your cock either then.”
I gasp in mock outrage. “That would be a huge problem. We can’t have that. Your numerous talents deserve to shine under the spotlights.”
“You’re such an idiot.” He stares at me with a soft smile, but it slowly falters as he averts his gaze. “Can you let go now?”
