“I know,” I say, recognizing the signs of her mounting climax even through my own haze of pleasure. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
I press my cock deep inside her and circle her clit one last time. And then it happens.
She comes apart in my arms with a moan, her whole body tensing before shuddering beneath mine. The walls of her pussy spasm around my cock, squeezing me even harder. And watching her—feeling her cum with my dick inside her—is enough to shove me right over the edge with her.
Pleasure crashes through me. I cum—hard—bellowing so loud I’m sure it echoes up the entire east tower. My balls squeeze and pulse, and I let out everything I’ve built up, finally feeling a sense of relief settle over me.
I’ve wanted to be with her like this for so long.
I bury my face in her neck, breathing hard, trying to remember how to form thoughts while my body still trembles with aftershocks.
When I can finally think again, I realize I’m probably crushing her. I start to move away, pushing myself up, but she makes a small sound of protest and tightens her arms around me.
“Stay,” she whispers. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, letting my weight settle more carefully on her, feeling the rapid beat of her heart fluttering against my chest.
Our breathing gradually slows together, synchronized, and I press a kiss to her temple, then to the soft skin beneath her ear.
“You okay?” I murmur.
She nods, but then I feel wetness against my shoulder. Tears.
I immediately pull back to look at her face. “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she says quickly, but tears are streaming down her cheeks, catching the moonlight. “I’m fine. I just—” Her voice breaks. “It’s just a lot.”
Relief floods through me, but I’m still concerned. I brush the tears from her cheeks with my thumb, gentle as I can be. “Talk to me, Brains.”
“I feel everything,” she whispers, more tears falling. “And it’s overwhelming, and I just—I love you so much, and I trusted you with this, and you were so careful with me, and—” She lets out a shaky laugh, voice wet with tears. “I’m not making sense.”
“You are,” I assure her, my own throat feeling tight. “You’re making perfect sense.”
I carefully withdraw and roll to the side, immediately pulling her against my chest and wrapping my arms around her. She burrows into me, her face pressed against my shoulder, and I cradle her while she cries, her body trembling in my hold.
“Thank you,” I murmur into her hair. “For trusting me.”
She sniffles, then pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are still wet with tears, but she’s smiling. “It was exactly what I always dreamed it would be.”
I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. “I love you,” I say between kisses. “I love you so fucking much, Poppy Waverly.”
“I love you too,” she whispers back.
We lie there for a while, just holding each other, our breathing evening out. I should probably get up, clean usboth up, make sure she’s comfortable. But I can’t quite make myself move. Not when she feels so right in my arms, her body warm and soft against mine.
Eventually, though, practicality wins out—and it’s starting to get cold in here. I need to light a fire. “Stay here,” I murmur, carefully disentangling myself from her. “I’ll be right back.”
She makes a sleepy sound of agreement, and I slip out of bed, immediately missing her warmth. I toss the used protection away, then find a clean cloth and wet it in a small basin before returning to the bed.
“Poppy,” I say softly, and she blinks up at me with sleepy eyes.
Being as gentle as possible, I help her clean up, hyperaware that she might be sore. She winces once, and guilt twists in my gut.
“I’m sorry,” I say immediately.
“Don’t be,” she murmurs. “I’m just tender.”
I glide the cloth along her skin, wiping the sweat from our bodies. When we’re both clean, I toss the cloth into my laundry basket, then go to light a fire in the hearth. It flickers to life with a bit of coaxing from my fire magic, and warmth washes over me. The room is small, so it’ll heat up fast.
