He stops with his forehead pressed to my shoulder and whispers against my chest. “Fuck, Amesie.” His voice is ragged, ruined. “You’re so tight. So hot.” He presses hiships forward another inch, and I can feel him fighting to stay in control even before his fingers dig into my knee. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.”
I can’t answer. Literally, physically can’t. My body’s on fire. Every nerve ending is singing hallelujah. The burn of him inside me has faded into need. I need more. I need him to move. I need him to finish whatever magic spell he’s working right now.
“Muuuh,” I manage.
Robbie withdraws and rolls us gently so I’m on my side, facing away from him, my bad shoulder cradled in pillows. I’m so far gone, I barely notice.
His hand slides under my knee, lifting my leg and shifting it back over his as he enters me again. The new angle makes me gasp.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice tight.
I nod. I reach back, and my good hand fumbles clumsily against his face.
Chuckling, Robbie grabs my hand and places a kiss on my palm before moving my hand into his hair. His fingers clench against mine, encouraging me to hold him.
“More,” I breathe. “Rob, more.”
He obeys, thrusting shallowly at first, like he wants to make sure I’m comfortable in this position.
“I can’t… fuck. I can’t believe I’m inside you.” His breath comes in short, sharp bursts against the back of my neck, and I know he needs to move as badly as I need him to. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ames. Longer than I even knew.” His hips roll again, deeper this time, and an anguished cry escapes him. “You feel perfect.”
His words, the way he’s touching me… it’s too much to process. So I let go of my thoughts and just allow myself to float, suspended in sensation. Let myself love every second of the warmth, the weight of him, the way his cock drags over my prostate with every slow, deliberate thrust. My own cock is leaking, aching, but I don’t want to move my hand from where it’s anchored in his hair. I don’t want to break the connection.
Robbie’s breath hitches as he bottoms out, his hips flush against me. “I love you. Christ, I love you,” he murmurs in my ear. “Love you so much it hurts. Love you so much I can’t live without you. You’re the center, Amesie. You’re all that matters.”
I don’t take in the words, but the emotion of it vibrates through me. My throat goes tight, and my eyes burn. I’m just so fucking… glad. So grateful. I never want this to end. I want to stay right here forever.
But I feel like a thief. Like I’m taking something that doesn’t belong to me.
At least not yet. Not until he’s sure. Not until he’s experienced more and decided what he truly wants.
In the meantime, I’m a selfish ass because I’ll take it.
I’ll steal it, and hold it close like a precious treasure, and hiss and claw at anyone who tries to grab it from me.
Robbie’s movements grow more urgent, and his breaths come faster against my skin as he chases his release. His hand finds my cock—another anchor point—as pleasure coils tighter inside me. I can feel him swelling, his cock pulsing with every thrust, and I know he’s close.
So am I. So fucking close.
“Come with me,” he whispers urgently. “Let go, Amesie. Come with me.”
I’d follow the man anywhere, so I do exactly as he says. I let go.
Pleasure crashes over me in waves, my cock spilling over Robbie’s fist as he jacks me in time to his thrusts. He buries himself inside me one last time, and his release tears through him with a choked, awed cry. Then he clings to me, trembling.
I can feel his heartbeat against my back, his breath shivering against my sweaty skin as he presses lingering kisses to my neck, my head, my hand, every part of me he can reach.
“I love you,” he whispers again, his voice raw. “Love you so much.”
I want to say it back—want to tell him I love him too, that this is everything I’ve ever wanted. But in the hazy, dreamlike space, I’m sure he already knows.
I waketo sunlight streaming through the window and Robbie kissing my shoulder gently.
I grin sleepily, almost believing the sex we had last night was a dream. Then I stretch my body. I feel twin aches in my ass and my shoulder, and I realize the sex was very, very real.
Not only that, but Robbie said he loved me. He spooned me and cuddled me. And I moaned and sighed and pretty much told him I loved him too.
My half-formed plan for calm, rational discourse this morning evaporates, and my whole body locks.
