Abby’s fingers went into his hair as he started to lick and taste, the scent of her making his cock harden even more, to the point where it was becoming painful.
She came quickly and loudly, her body vibrating with the orgasm. Thinking was difficult right now, as instinct was telling Alex to get inside her and claim. From somewhere, he managed to find control.
“You okay?” It was all he could manage.
“I’m amazing. Get inside me.”
He didn’t need telling twice. Abby’s legs wrapped around his thighs as he moved up her body, positioning his cock at her entrance. He sank home quickly and deeply, under no illusions that he was going to prove himself as the god of sex at this point. She was warm and wet and she bit his shoulder as he pushed in deeper.
It was wild, lazy, sleepy, middle of the night fucking that he’d never had before with anyone, because this was closeness.
This was love.
This was forever.
Abby came before he did, somehow, because Alex knew he didn’t have the most finesse right now. He followed quickly after, seeing stars and a future he’d never thought about.
“I love you.”
The words brought him back onto earth.
“What?”
“Alex Maynard, I love you. And I know you’re not meant to say it for the first time straight after sex, but I love you.”
He’d never understood the power of those words before. Never realised how they would make him feel.
Freezing above her, he looked at her lovely face, faint light from the window illuminating them. He touched her forehead with his, not having any words right now, just needing to be close.
His cock was still hard inside her, the wetness a combination of them both.
They moved on their sides, the aftermath of lovemaking there, but breaking contact was the last thing needed right now. Alex held her, close to him, kissing her softly, somehow drowning happily in just where they were.
This room was the ends of the earth and they were the centre, because nothing else had the right to exist. Just them.
“I love you.” She said the words again. “I was scared of telling you first.”
His hand brushed over her hip. “It isn’t easy, saying those words.”
“What made you say them?”
“The way you looked when you were sleeping. You were so beautiful. And I just wanted you to be…”
“To be what?”
“Mine. Not in a controlling way – I’ve seen enough of when people do that. Just, here, with me. I don’t know how to explain it, Abby. Is that what I should call you? Or is it Amelia?”
He heard her sigh, but rather than pull away from him because he knew that was a fuck up, she pulled closer.
“I hated my name. We were Millie and Tilly, which was ridiculous. I had a teacher at school whose first name was Abigail. That was the name I wanted, so no, that’s me.”
He laughed softly. “You’re not a Millie.”
“I know.” She pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Just like you’re not an Alexander or a Lex.”
He groaned. “You can imagine what fun Zack and Scott would have with that.”
“How was it being the youngest?”
