Thrust.
“Your brain.”
Thrust.
“Your compassion.”
Thrust.
“Your body.”
Thrust.
“Your company.”
The tears start to flow, our reflection blurring as he pushes me toward the edge again.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Rhys. Everything.”
“I’m yours, baby, I’ve always been yours.”
“Rhys . . . I’m going to come again. Oh, god.”
“Me, too, my love. Fuck. You feel too good, so damn good.”
His thrusts become jerky, all finesse gone, but it doesn’t matter. I thread my fingers through his at my chest, turning my head to find his mouth as my orgasm slams into me. He’s right there with me, his cock jerking inside me as I throb and spasm around his length.
Our tongues meet in the middle, swallowing down each other’s moans as we find our releases together. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
We come down together, his heart pounding against my back, our breathing labored.
“Rhys . . .”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
“Me either.”
“Really?”
He pulls out of me, gently rolling me onto my back, where he gathers my face in his palms.
“Yeah, really. This is what it’s supposed to be like when two bodies come together when their souls are already attached.”
“I want you to be right. It feels right. But I’ve been wrong before.”
“Does this feel wrong? Has it ever once felt wrong or off between us?”
I know my answer immediately.
“Not once.”
“We’ll take this as slow as you need. My only priority is you, your comfort, your needs. I’m here for you.”
“What about your needs?”
“My needs are met if the love of my life is happy, comfortable, and fulfilled.”
