“I didn’t want anyone else after we were together,” he says, giving me a look that shows exactly how I feel—total satisfaction that what happened between us in Florida ruined us for anyone else.
My chest tightens. “Knowing I’m the last one to be inside you, baby. God, that’s doing things to me.”
I push forward until I’m buried to the hilt. We’re face to face, a rapt expression in his eyes, as my cock stretches him open. This isn’t just sex; I’m pouring my heart, my soul, every ounce of longing into him.
He takes a few calming breaths, nods, and then I start to move. The slide is exquisite: hot walls gripping me like a vise, a delicious pressure that nearly melts my mind. This is home. This is completion.
I collapse on top of him, arms wrapped around his quivering body just like I did in Florida, whispering in his ear words brimming with meaning. “I’m going to mark you as mine, baby. When I come inside you, it’s permanent. You’re mine.”
His moan is a plea. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me harder.”
He closes his eyes, lost in the wave building between us. I tilt my hips, hammering into him deeper, faster, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge. He strokes his cock, fingers slick with his own arousal, his body arching against mine.
I fold his legs back, bending him in half so I can plunge deeper than ever. I press our faces together, tongues tangling in a fierce, desperate kiss while my cock pistons in his ass.
“Look at me when you come, baby,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze as I fuck him raw.
His face twists in bliss, his pupils blown wide.
“Fuck. I’m coming,” he cries, white ropes of release splattering across his lower belly.
That last convulsion of his ass sends me over the edge. I roar with my release, my seed flooding into him, marking him as mine.
We shudder together, spent, our breaths ragged echoes in the now silent room.
I collapse on top of him, holding him close, caressing the back of his neck, memorizing the weight of him in my arms. I never want to let go of this feeling.
Chapter 22
Jay
That was, without question, the most incredible sex I’ve ever had, even beyond what we shared in Florida.
Back in that crowded hotel room, the sex was phenomenal, but there were barriers I didn’t think we’d ever be able to overcome. But here, now, nothing is holding us back.
Aiden’s weight presses me into the cool sheets, his chest rising and falling against mine. My legs are hooked around his hips, drawing him impossibly closer, his cock still pulsing inside me. I feel transported, as though I’m floating just above the mattress.
How is this even my life right now?
“Am I smashing you?” Aiden murmurs, his voice low and ragged.
“Yes,” I gasp, “but I don’t care. That was amazing.”
I arch into him as he eases off, just enough to let me draw full, trembling breaths.
He trails a lazy kiss along my collarbone.
“That was incredible, baby,” he whispers, and we stay locked in this blissful state, our bodies fused at every point of contact, savoring the aftermath of our raw intimacy.
Gradually, his cock softens, and he pulls out. I immediately miss the connection between us. We both laugh at the sticky mess, and he starts to slip off the bed to fetch a washcloth.
“Wait,” I say softly, reaching up to gently cradle his face.
Looking into his eyes in the dim glow of the lamp, I need to say this before the moment slips away.
“I love you, Aiden. I always have.”
The words spill out, raw and urgent, my heart pounding with the truth of it.
