“Liam—oh my god—”
“Yeah?” I moved faster, but still controlled. “That good?”
“So good. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop. But I also didn’t just fuck her. I was present. Paying attention to every sound she made, every shift in her breathing, every clench around me that told me I’d hit the right spot.
This mattered. She mattered.
“Emily,” I said, and something in my voice made her open her eyes. Look at me.
The connection hit me in the chest. This wasn’t just physical. It was—Real.
Her hand found mine, fingers lacing together against the pillow beside her head.
“I’m close,” she whispered.
“Me too.”
“Together?”
The word lodged something in my throat.Together.Like we were a unit. Like this meant something beyond just getting off.
“Yeah, together.”
I shifted the angle, thrust deeper, and she gasped. Her free hand gripped my shoulder, nails digging in. I could feel her getting closer—her breathing shorter and her body tensing around me.
“Liam—I’m—“
“I know. Let go. I’ve got you.”
And she did. She came with my while she said my name, her whole body shuddering, clenching around me in waves. The sensation and the sight of her—lost in pleasure that I’d given her—pushed me over the edge.
I came hard, thrusting into her, my hand tightening in hers. White light behind my eyes. My whole body tensing and releasing and tensing again as I emptied myself.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Emily—fuck—“
She wrapped her arms around me, held me close while we both came down.
My heart was hammering, then my whole body felt loose and satisfied and good.
“Holy shit,” Emily said after a long moment.
“Yeah.”
“That was—”
“I know.”
She looked up at me, and her eyes were soft. She was vulnerable in a way that made my chest open in a special way.
“I love you,” she said.
The words hung in the air between us.
I looked at the way she was watching me, open and hopeful. It was more than the sex, it was the way she’d been there for me, invited my mom to the race, stood by me through everything.
She deserved honesty and deserved the truth.
