“Won’t last long,” he says as I squeeze. “Nope . . . won’t last fucking long.” He moves his hips, and his dick grows larger in my mouth. But at this angle, I can’t take him very far. He knows this, so he sits back, lifts my leg onto his shoulder, and then positions himself against my entrance.
His movements are erratic, and desperation for him to come falls over us both as he plunges inside me and groans.
I look up at him and say, “Fill me with your cum.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head as he pounds into me.
There’s nothing slow about it.
He’s demanding.
He’s relentless.
He seeks out his pleasure and his pleasure alone, and it’s so goddamn sexy that my body grows with need as well. To get me there quicker, I find the vibrator to the side, turn it on, and bring it to my clit where I let it vibrate against us both.
“My dirty, fucking girl,” he says, gripping my hips. The angle of my leg adds to the pleasure. “You want another one, don’t you?”
“Please make me come again, Halsey.”
He grunts and moves even faster.
The bed shakes.
Our moans mix in the air.
And the slapping of our skin sets the rhythm as our pleasure builds and builds and builds until he shouts out my name, the sound echoing through the room as he pauses and shoots his cum inside me.
“Fuck . . . me,” he cries just as I tip over the edge too, my pussy contracting around his throbbing cock, prolonging his orgasm.
He moans, I groan, and we shift together, taking every last drop until we’re sated.
That’s when he drops down and lies on top of me, feeling like the best weighted blanket ever.
I turn off the vibrator and toss it to the side before wrapping my arms around him and kissing his shoulder.
“Blakely,” he whispers quietly.
“Hmm?” I ask as I keep him in place by wrapping my legs around him. I don’t want him to move. I don’t want him to go anywhere. He’s mine, all of him. It’s not too soon. I know that now. This man was meant for me.How did I not see him?
“I like you so fucking much.”
A smile tilts my lips up as I continue to kiss his shoulder. “I like you so much, too.”
He brings his lips to my neck, sending goosebumps along my skin.
“Please give me a chance to prove to you that I’m the man you need.”
What is he talking about?
“You’ve already proven that.”
He rises up just enough for me to see the scared look in his eyes. “I have baggage, Blakely. I don’t want that to hurt us. I’m going to work on it, I promise.”
“Halsey,” I say while cupping his cheek. “I like you as you are. I think you’re amazing.” And that’s not a lie. He’s been so much more transparent since he started opening up. He acknowledgeshe’s not far along the path of grieving, but that’s okay too.He wants me.He waited for me. And he’s so generous with his heart.
“I want to work on things now,” he says. “Holden would want me to.”
Very confused about where this is all coming from, I stroke his cheek and search his eyes for any explanation, but all I see is determination.
