Slow.
Devout.
I learn her all over again, the way she trembles when I swirl my tongue a certain way, the way her hips twitch when I suck softly on her clit, the way her fingers dig into my scalp when I slide two fingers into her while my mouth works above.
She comes fast.
Hard.
Quiet, but intense.
Her legs lock around me, her body bowing up as she shakes apart beneath my mouth. I don’t stop until she tugs at my hair—gently, urgently.
“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”
I kiss my way back up her body.
Line myself against her.
She reaches between us and guides me in, slowly, both of us groaning as I sink deep, her wet heat enveloping me in a way that feels like going home.
We move together with reverence.
Her eyes lock on mine.
No walls.
No lies.
Just truth.
I rock into her with long, steady strokes, one hand cradling the back of her neck, the other gripping her thigh. Her fingers trail up my spine, nails dragging lightly down, until her mouth finds the underside of my jaw.
She kisses me there.
Soft.
And then, against my throat, she whispers:
“Don’t stop protecting me.”
And I don’t answer with words.
I answer witheverything I am.
I thrust deeper. Harder. But still slow. Still steady. Like a vow made with every breath.
I watch her fall apart beneath me again, her body clutching mine, her voice breaking on my name as she comes, and I follow—seconds later—groaning into her neck as I give her everything I have.
And still, it doesn’t feel like enough.
Because she’s infinite.
When we collapse together, chests heaving, bodies trembling, she curls into me again like she never left.
And this time, I sleep.
Because I don’t need to stand guard.
