He wasn’t lying about the mattress on the floor. It’s the only thing in here besides a useless standing lamp in the corner and curtains that frame balcony doors. The doors are cracked open as the rain continues to pour outside, making the curtains billow.
We always dreamed about having big lives when we were teenagers. We’d sit at our rusty park and talk about the houses we’d want to live in and the cars we’d drive. We’d name foods that we didn’t know how to pronounce properly, that we wanted to try, and talk about all the money we’d have.
Yet, somehow, being in this nearly abandoned house, in an almost empty room, with cobwebs in the corners and no power, is absolutely perfect.
Because all I need is him. Having each other is all we ever needed.
He lays me on the mattress gently and steps back to admire my stringy hair and tear-streaked face, and all I can do is smile at him.
His chest heaves as he stands above me, looking at me with eyes full of pride and pleasant disbelief.
“What are you waiting for?”
He takes a shuddering breath, flexing his hands. “I’m terrified you’re going to disappear, and I’ll find out this was all just a dream.”
“How can I convince you it isn’t a dream?”
He slides his underwear down his legs, and a soft gaspescapes me. His cock bobs as he kneels in front of me on the bed, pushing between my thighs to cover my body with his. “Just stay,” he pleads, kissing me softly. “Don’t leave.”
He’s not asking me to stay the night. He’s not asking me to stay in this house. He’s asking me tostay.
And, I have every intention of doing just that.
“You’re in my soul, Jensen. There’s no running from that.”
“I love you, dove.” He kisses me again, tenderly. All the games are over, the silly prolonging… This is it.
Making love to Jensen Hayes was always just a fantasy, but now it’s real, and the air is heavy as we breathe each other’s oxygen, anticipating what we’re about to do.
I can sense his nerves, and I kiss his cheeks, his nose, urging him to continue.
“You’re my girl, Olive,” he whispers gently, guiding his cock to my entrance. In one slow, but confident thrust, he pushes inside me like he’s always belonged there, and I gasp as he settles to the hilt. “So beautiful.”
All of my overwhelming feelings stream from the corners of my eyes, but he holds me close, wiping my tears as he begins moving inside of me.
“My Olive,” he murmurs, kissing me softly.
Our bodies glide together as he moves on top of me, and it’s all too much. I was already prickling with my need to climax, and every time his hips thrust against mine, it takes my breath away.
I claw at the back of his neck and shoulders, clinging to him as he makes love to me. More tears well in my eyes as I realize that I’ve never experienced anything like this.
No one has ever loved me like this, so effortlessly, and authentically. I don’t know how I survived without it.
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from his throat as I suck it into my mouth. I want him closer, I want him inside my skin.
His strokes inside of me become more demanding, stealing my grasp on my control. Each time he hits me deep inside, an unintelligible noise escapes my throat, and I can hardly keep my eyes open as my back arches, accepting the climbing pleasure.
“Cum on my cock, gorgeous.”
“I’m… I–” Nothing coherent comes out.
“I’ve waited a long time for you, baby girl. Give me what I want,” he demands, rocking into me deeply until the pressure is too intense. My spine locks and muscles tense as I’m swept away in an orgasm so incredible, I see stars.
He captures the scream from my throat, kissing me passionately until my vision returns and my breathing steadies.
He stopped moving, and when I blink up at him, he’s only gazing at me in wonder, smiling softly. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A breathy laugh escapes me. “That’s good because I forgot to try to be sexy.”
