And then he starts to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that make my breath catch. His forehead rests against mine, our breath mingling.
His pace quickens slightly, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside me. His hand finds my clit again, and I know I won't last long.
"Come for me again," he says, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you."
His fingers work their magic, and I feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core. He drives into me harder now, chasing his own release, and I meet him thrust for thrust.
When I come this time, it's with his name on my lips.
He follows me over the edge, burying his face in my neck with a groan that sounds almost like a sob.
We cling to each other as the pleasure crests and breaks, leaving us gasping and trembling.
He doesn't pull away immediately. Instead, he stays inside me, bracing his weight on his elbows as he brushes gentle kisses across my face—my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose.
I can’t stop smiling.
“Come here,” he murmurs after a minute, pushing himself up and offering me his hand.
He pulls me up gently, gathering our clothes without embarrassment, without awkwardness.
He takes my hand and leads me toward his bedroom like it’s no big thing.
Like this is where I belong from now on.
We crawl into bed without turning on the lights.
He pulls me against him immediately, wrapping himself around me like he did on the living room floor.
His arm drapes over my waist.
My back presses into his chest.
He kisses the back of my neck once.
“Night,” he murmurs.
“Night,” I whisper.
And we fall asleep like that.
***
The next morning, I wake slowly to warmth.
Jake’s arm is still around me. His hand rests flat against my stomach. His breathing is slow and steady behind me.
I feel… held.
I tilt my head slightly and look over my shoulder.
He’s asleep. Hair messy. Mouth relaxed.
And something inside me settles into place.
I can’t hide it from myself anymore.
I’m in love with him.
