He growls into the kiss and snaps his hips up, driving into me hard enough to make me see stars.
"Mine," he agrees. "All mine."
The pace increases. I'm bouncing on his cock now, riding him hard and fast, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. Sweat beads on my forehead, runs down my chest. Every nerve in my body is alight, every sensation amplified.
"Touch me," I gasp. "Jace, please, I need—"
His hand wraps around my cock. Strokes me in time with my movements. The dual stimulation is almost too much, pleasure cresting higher and higher with each thrust.
"That's it." His voice is dark velvet in my ear. "Take what you need. Use me. Come on my cock."
I'm close. So close. The tension coils tighter in my belly, my balls drawing up, my muscles clenching around him.
"Jace—"
"I've got you." He strokes faster, thumbs the sensitive head. "Let go. I've got you."
I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me like lightning, pulsing hot between us, coating his hand and his stomach. I clench down hard on his cock, inner muscles spasming, wringing a ragged groan from his throat.
He thrusts up once, twice, three times, and then he's coming too, flooding me with warmth, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
I collapse onto his chest, spent and trembling. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as the aftershocks roll through us both.
Neither of us moves for a long time.
His cock softens inside me, eventually slipping free. I feel his cum drip out, running down my thighs. It should be uncomfortable. Instead, it feels like proof. Evidence that this happened. That we're here, together, alive.
"Elliot." His voice is hoarse.
"Mm."
"That was..."
"Yeah." I press a kiss to his collarbone. "It was."
His hand strokes down my spine, lazy and tender. The fire has burned to embers, but neither of us moves to stoke it. The warmth between our bodies is enough.
"I want to do that again," I say.
"Now?"
"Soon." I shift, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles. "Give me a few minutes."
His chest rumbles with a laugh. An actual laugh. The sound is so unexpected that I lift my head to look at him.
He's smiling. A real smile, not the controlled curve I've seen before. Something open and unguarded.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "I just didn't know I could feel like this."
"Like what?"
He considers. Searching for words the way he always does, precise and careful even now.
"Content," he says finally. "Satisfied. Like there's nowhere else I need to be and nothing else I need to do. Like this moment is enough."
