I lean in until our foreheads touch, his breath skating across my lips. My pulse roars. Every inch of restraint I’ve built threatens to snap. “Look at me,” I murmur. “I need to see you.”
He does. And in that look—that intense, unguarded look—I find every reason I’ve ever had to make this work. To fight. To love him like it’s the only thing keeping the world from falling apart.
I grip my cock and position myself at his entrance. With one final check of his expression, I nudge against his hole, the tip immediately entering.
“Fuck.” The word is a desperate punch, but he bobs his head. “All of it, Rafe. Fuck, all of it.”
Pushing forward, I shake, holding his waist and his hip as I slowly sink inside him. The most incredible heat encompasses my cock, and a fresh shudder racks my body. “So fucking perfect, Ollie.” His gaze snaps to mine, and I continue, “Seriously fucking perfect, baby.”
I push deeper, trying to go slow, but fuck if he’ll let me. He feels too good, too perfect, too everything. A slow thrust is impossible, made more so when he jerks his ass toward me. His tight ring gives, and a breathy moan flies from his kiss-bruised lips.
Immediately, I pause, a shaky breath punching from my lungs. “Fuck, baby. You okay?”
“Yeah.” His eyes remain closed, but he nods. “Give me a second.”
I want to lean down and kiss the frown between his eyebrows, but I don’t want to hurt him by moving. Plus, I’m pretty fucking terrified that if I move right now, I’m gonna shootmy load. He feelsthatfucking incredible wrapped around my cock.
Beneath me, Ollie releases a throaty groan when my dick pulses inside him. “Shit, baby, I’m sor?—”
“No.” His eyes fly open, and a wry, sexy-as-fuck smile paints his lips. “It feels good. I’m okay.”
“Yeah?” My heart tumbles in my chest. I swear he’s never looked as fucking happy, so absolutely mine than in this moment.
“Yeah. I need you to move, Rafe. Fuck me.”
Jesus H. Christ.
I slam my lips against his, kissing him messily, frantically as I pull out of him before pushing right back inside. A fierce bolt of pleasure crashes through me as I push deeper into him and ease out of the kiss. “Fuck, Ollie.” Another hard stroke, and his mouth falls open. “I love you so fucking much.”
The moment I speak, he contracts around my rock-hard cock, and his hold on my ass tightens. Christ, I hope he’s leaving marks. He doesn’t spur me forward, but his unwavering grip is another thread tying us together.
“You’re taking every inch so fucking good.” I thrust hard.
My breath comes uneven, overwhelmed by how amazing he feels. Hands down, marrying Ollie is my best decision in the history of fucking ever.
No way will I ever let this man go. He’s mine. End of story. And as I push into him again, my synapses firing with indiscernible pleasure, I know this is it. Ollie will be mine forever.
“You’re mine, baby. Fucking always mine.”
His eyes blaze, and he pulls me down, capturing my mouth with his.
I give in completely—kissing, savoring, claiming—until air and memory blur and only Ollie remains.
I pull back just enough to see him beneath me, sinking as far into him as I can before going still.
He starts to speak, but whatever flickers across my face stops him cold.
“I mean it, Ollie. Always.” I search his eyes with something close to desperation.
His whispered “Fucking always” flips my entire world. Want and emotion surge through me, but love eclipses all of it.
“That makes me yours as well.”
A faint, cocky curve lifts his mouth, and my heart surges at the sight. I can’t help the grin that breaks over my own lips.
I kiss him again, letting it turn deeper, hungrier. The second I do, a shiver ripples through him, his body answering without hesitation. Pulling back, I thrust deeper, harder, tucking my arms behind his back and clasping his shoulders.
We’re so damn close, his breath fans across my skin. And this right here is how close I always want to be to Ollie. Fucking him, hugging him, making him mine—I want it all. But for now, I chase his grunts and cries. Chase the whimpers that spill from his lips along with “Rafe, fuck, Rafe.”
