I know.
I know it down to a part of me only he has been able to touch. Because I feel safe with him. Because I trust him without needing proof.
It’s the most amazing, and scariest, feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Our bodies move together as we chase the desire growing between us with every movement. I’m a moaning mess. The only thing I can focus on is the way he feels inside of me and the heat of his body.
“Yes,” I groan, “please, more.”
And he gives it to me. He’s so damn deep inside of me this way and my hips jolt every time he’s filling me. My thigh shake with the exertion of riding him and the pleasure building inside of me.
We fuck harder, our bodies slamming together.
“You better come,” the threat is clear in his voice. “Milk my balls.”
And, fuck, I do. My eyes roll back in my head as I hold on while most of my being is shot into the stratosphere. Stars dancebehind my eyelids and the walls of my pussy clamp down on my man’s hard cock.
He lets out a low grunt and then he grits out, “That’s it. Fuck me, Addyson, you’re perfect.”
The warmth of his cum fills the condom while my body floats along the pleasure flowing through my body. It’s an intoxicating feeling.
I think I enjoyed being with my previous partners. No, I mean I did enjoy it.
But those experiences are nothing like being with Briggs.
What is it about this man that has my body singing and every part of me lighting up? My fingers relax slowly, my thighs still holding tightly onto his hips and his cock still lodged inside of me.
“We should go down for dinner,” my words are breathless, my voice sounding blissed out.
And rightfully fucking so.
Briggs makes a humming sound, his forehead coming down to rest on my shoulder as his fingers tighten and then release my hips. As if I wasn’t very fucking aware of how tightly he’s been holding onto me.
Even with his grip loosened, I can still feel the way he was touching me while fucking me. I can’t explain the feeling, but I imagine it’s similar to freefalling with a net. Like he’s got me. Like he won’t let go.
And, no matter what else happens, for this moment it is.
His large hands run up and down my back, his touch soothing. I melt into his chest and just allow myself to feel.
“I don’t want to share you, Tempest,” I feel the rumble of his words from my perch on his chest.
There is something in his words that tugs at me, it makes me question and gives me pause. My hands slide down the sides of his ribcage, his muscles flexing and pulling under my touch.
“What is it?”
The breath Briggs blows out is heavy. With responsibility. With the need to protect. With something sweeter.
“Wagner went to Magnolia Point. He staked out your place and broke in.”
I stiffen in his arms, his words hitting me straight in the chest.
Before I can spiral, before his words can even really sink in, he’s wrapped around me like his presence is enough to shield me. Maybe it is.
And maybe it’s enough.
Not just for now, but for forever.
“I’ve got you, Addyson,” his words slip beneath my skin, tattooing themselves on me with such pure truth and beauty.
