“I love you.” His words drag along my skin before his teeth scrape my bottom lip.
My body bucks up and shapes to his form. I need him inside me to the hilt, our breaths mingling and our bodies never untying tonight.
I chase his mouth and capture him for a kiss. A deep kiss that lingers and plays, before our eyes follow patterns together. “I love you,” I whisper.
Nash takes a moment to let me go and lifts his shirt up. He leans down to help me with my own, but I beat him to it, but I do allow him to slide my jeans off and every scrap of clothing that remains on my body. I’m not sure why but thesound of a buckle coming undone only heightens my desire that’s building far more quickly than we might like. But we have all night to do this over and over again.
I do my best to rub against Nash for friction because I’m becoming unhinged and can’t lie still. He knows it and grins right before his tongue swirls around my nipple, with his hand skimming and leading my arm up against the mattress over my head.
A moan falls off my tongue, and the sensation of the tip of his cock sliding between my thighs lands exactly where I want him to, on my clit, which only causes more desperation.
“Nash, please.”
He doesn’t use words to respond, instead shifting his body, and he trails his lips down my body until he stops right above my pubic bone where his nose nuzzles side to side to make this moment an agonizing wait.
“We have all the time in the world, Summer.” His tongue arrows out to lick an indistinct pattern against my skin.
Every pulsing sensation that I could possibly have swims in waves through my body. “Yet, you couldn’t get me up here fast enough.”
He chuckles with that deep velvety tone. “Forgive me for wanting a moment to cherish this body that is mine.”
“Nash,” I gasp. “Then mark me inside.”
That remark only earns me his chuckle, turning to a devilish smirk, his finger skating between my slit for a swipe. It should be a crime when the pad of his finger taps my clit for a few beats. My body is on fire, and I do my best to tilt my body to guide his cock to enter me.
But then he kisses my neck as he leads his cock straight to where I want it. The groan we share when I feel him fill me up still doesn’t bring even the slightest release to the achebetween my legs that keeps building. Not even after a few thrusts and more moments of moving together.
When he is as deep as he can get, with nowhere to go, we pause. I should be screaming, but I don’t mind because our eyes meet for acknowledgment that everything will be okay. The spark between us remains as always, it can’t fade.
“Seems we get forever.” It barely escapes my lips, but everything about those words warms my heart. I’ll photograph the look on Nash’s face in my head and cherish it forever. He agrees and is as happy as I am.
His grin begins to form “Well… I don’t plan on making this moment last forever. I kind of need to fill you up, and I’m nearly about to explode.”
Naturally, I clench harder around his cock and tighten my legs around his waist, and I hiss. “Tsk, tsk, someone was adamant that we could even go slow right now. What happened to my captor?”
Teasing him only causes Nash to pump inside me harder and faster again. “He’s reminding your soul that I’m the only guy you’ll ever be sharing a bed with.”
It’s no longer a prospect which is why we meet for a bruising kiss that isn’t sensual but good all the same, and I smile when our lips part.
We both race toward complete bliss in bed.
But for our life too.
He’sthe perfect pillow and his fingers the perfect feather on my back. Nash and I haven’t left the bed, even though the sun came up about an hour ago.
“You’re okay with me staying here or would you eventually want to move?”
I roll my eyes again. “Yes. I’m fine with you staying here on a non-temporary basis, and for now we don’t need to think about other houses. My brain can only process cleaning up toys in the living room and searching for that damn proboscis monkey that keeps getting lost.” The feeling of his chest vibrating with a rumble of a laugh is a calming moment.
We’ve been talking about a few things since we woke up. A few topics Nash keeps bringing up on repeat; I guess he needs certainty of what I meant last night. Everything still holds true. I’m comfortable and certain.
“I kind of forgot to tell you one more thing,” Nash tells me.
My head perks up from that sentence. It’s been a lot of life changes in the last twenty-four hours. “Oh, uhm…”
The fear that my face must portray only cracks him up, and his hand soothes my arm. “Relax. Just wanted to prove to you that I won’t run away nor be a pain in your ass and bother you at work every day—although, I am ten percent owner—and I’ll keep myself busy beyond baby talk and toddler-proofing.”
“How are you going to do that?” I’m clueless.
