This time isn’t about proving anything.
It isn’t about reclaiming what we almost lost.
It’s about connection.
About the way our bodies fit without force.
About the way he watches my face.
Like my reactions matter more than his own.
He fits himself between the cradle of my thighs, and one big hand wraps around my neck.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Trouble. No fucking clue how much I want you.”
My mouth opens, but no words come out.
I am beyond speech, but I can show him how I feel—with my lips and my body.
I reach between us and cup his balls, guiding his hard length inside me, and I catch his groan with my lips when he pushes all the way in.
He’s so big, so thick, and I feel the burning stretch of his sweet invasion keenly.
And it’s good. So damn good.
I’m wet, soaked, but he’s just a very big man, and when he withdraws and pushes in again, faster, harder, I moan out loud.
“Fuck, Trouble. You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I say immediately, clutching at his sides.
I don’t want him to stop. Don’t want him to go.
“Look at us. I want you to watch how good you take me,” he growls, lifting up on his forearms, and I see it.
I see his big cock sinking into me, and my heart starts to race.
“That’s it. Relax, baby. Take me. You can take me,” he whispers, kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my neck.
I don’t think anything has ever felt as good as Greyson Cole fucking me. and I never want it to end.
I’ve adjusted fully by now, and he knows. He can feel it.
He kisses me again, wrapping my legs around his arms so he can hold me open wider as he gets on his knees and starts to move in earnest.
It’s like he’s everywhere. Touching me so deep. Kissing me so thoroughly.
His mouth on mine. His chest touching mine. His body moving on mine—inside mine.
And it’s magic. Pure magic.
My heart cracks wide open, and I feel him in there, too.
He’s filling me, surrounding me, holding me together.
And this doesn’t feel like regular sex.
This feels different.