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I let him pull me into his lap, straddling him, our faces just inches apart.

He kisses me again, this time slower, deeper.His hands slide under my shirt, so warm against my skin.

I respond eagerly, threading my fingers through his hair, pressing closer to him.

"Bedroom," I whisper against his mouth.

"Yeah."

He stands, carrying me.I wrap my legs around his waist and let him navigate to my room in the dark.

He lays me on the bed, gentle, reverent, like I'm something precious.

Then he's above me, between my legs, kissing my neck, my collarbone.Slowly, taking his time, savoring it all.

"Devin."

"I've got you."

His hands move over me, slow, worshipful, like he's trying to memorize every inch.I arch into his touch.Clothes come off, piece by piece, until there's nothing between us.

He pauses and looks at me, so much love shining in his eyes."You sure?"

"Always."

He pulls on a condom and enters me slowly, his eyes not once leaving my face.He’s making sure I'm okay.

I’m more than okay.I'm safe, cherished, protected, and loved.

His forehead presses to mine, our breath mingling.His hand finds mine, fingers threading together.

"I love you," he whispers as he thrusts deep.

"I love you too."

The pleasure builds with every single thrust.It’s slow and inevitable.I’m gasping, begging for more.He doesn’t go faster, just keeps a slow and steady pace.My pleasure continues to rise until I'm shaking.

“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting harder and deeper.

I can’t hold back.My pleasure has hit boiling point.I shatter beneath him, calling out his name as I come hard.

It’s not long before he follows, burying his face in my neck, calling out my name.

We’re both breathing hard, our skin damp with sweat, and my heart’s racing.I’ve never felt so loved and cherished in my life.

He pulls out carefully, disposes of the condom, and comes back to bed, pulling me against him.I settle into his side, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

"That was...perfect," I whisper.

"Yeah.It was."

"I want more children someday."

He goes still."Yeah?"

"Yeah.But not now.Warren needs stability.He needs to heal, time to adjust to all this, to you, to us being a family.I don't want to rush anything."

"I agree.Warren comes first.Always."