He ruthlessly drags off everything from my waist down, and he lowers his pants just enough. I’m lost in this moment and wrap my legs around his waist, and he drives right into me, causing me to yelp.
“I love you,” he breathes into my ear.
“I love you,” I rasp back before a moan escapes my lips.
My arm circles around his neck to give me stability, andhe keeps my hips square and aligned to his as he plunges in and out of me. Our mouths suck when they meet and our teeth bite when we follow the map of one another’s necks.
I could break into pieces purely because of how hard we are confirming the shift of our relationship. Also, because an orgasm is about to hit me like a tidal wave.
Neither of us are quiet, and our bodies knock on the counter with every thrust. Dizziness swirls in my head as my body is light but my heart a weight as this man is a rock that is unable to be moved, and that’s the only way I want it.
“I think I might black out,” Keats pants out.
I don’t get a chance to answer as my orgasm rips through me which brings on his own. We both end up unable to move, and I’m confident that I can hear the racing of his heart. My head falls to his shoulder as I remain straddled around him. Keats grips the edge of the counter like he might collapse.
Our heavy breathing can’t seem to shallow out, which just means we remain like this longer. My fingers draw on his back, and his jaw rests on my cheek.
“I might not survive keeping you forever,” he jokes.
“Old man,” I answer lazily.
Keats chuckles gruffly. “I like this smell. Sweat mixed with a pie-fumed kitchen.”
“Weird but fine.” My lips pout out then fall. “Oh no! Your pie.”
“It’s okay, you have plenty of time in the future to make me a new one.”
“If you behave,” I tease.
We stay in this embrace until gravity hits, and Keats pulls up his jeans and swoops up my panties from the floor. I put them on then grab the nearby kitchen towel to wipe my feet. “We should jump in the shower, and I’ll clean this up later.” I glance down to the travesty on the floor.
“Come on.” He turns his back to me and invites me to jump on for a piggyback. As cute as it is, it’s practical too since my feet are still sticky.
In the shower, we stand together under the water, with steam filling the room and hands on one another’s backs. We haven’t bothered yet with lathering soap.
“Are you feeling better?” he asks, and he must mean from my virus.
“You didn’t get the memo that I was in the kitchen baking up a storm? But yeah, I’m feeling better. I’ll probably need to head to bed early, though.”
Keats releases a calm sigh. “We’re all good on the clarification front? Need me to lay out any more terms?”
I stifle a laugh. “You just walked into a lawyer joke there that I shall not say. And no, all bright as day.”
He slaps my ass, and I squeal from surprise. “Good. I like when you listen the first time.”
I peer up to him. “Can you still say it again?”
“I love you.” His tone is delicate.
I wrap my arms tighter around him and nuzzle into his chest for a few beats. “We’ve been on an adventure, you and I. I’m not sure I’ve really thought about my future with anyone until you came along. It doesn’t scare me, but I was still afraid to say the words. As much as I’m defiant and stand my ground, I was waiting for you to lead the way.”
Keats kisses my forehead. “Don’t do that again. The games are over.”
“Our truce,” I lament.
Pulling me flush, I get the clue to climb up and bind my legs around his middle. He takes a few steps, and I feel the coolness of the tile against my back. “Trust me, when your house is ready, you won’t move. It will be too far away from me, and you’ll hate it.”
The tightening of my cheeks brings about my knowing grin. “Bossy yet probably true. We shall see.”
