I keep looking over and stealing looks at him, and after several times, he laughs and turns his face to give me a quick kiss.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he tells me.
“At this point, I’d just chase you down if you did.”
He smiles at that, but I can tell he thinks I’m joking. I’m not. I would stalk his ass for the rest of eternity. I don’t want to go back to a life without him, and the idea of him ever being with anyone else makes me feel like I’m going to be sick. Refusing to let my fears ruin this moment, I set my empty plate aside and cuddle in next to him. While we watch the movie, he plays with my hair, gently running his fingers through it and then trailing them along my neck. Every touch reminds me of how badly I still want him, and it reminds me of how good it had felt to have him inside me.
When I slip my hand under his shirt, I hear the soft hitch of his breath. “This is the first time I’ve been soft since I picked you up this afternoon,” he says, “and you’re about to ruin it.”
“What made you soft?” I ask, trailing my nails along his abs. “Decide you’re done for the night?”
He laughs and points at the TV. “It’s because I was watching other women that aren’t you.”
My hand stills at his words. I raise up so I can see his face. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious.” He gives a soft shake of his head. “You have no idea how much I love you, Van. There’s no way in hell I can maintain an erection if I’m looking at someone else. It’s impossible.”
I smile at the sweetest man on earth and then quickly shimmy out of my yoga pants. I hadn’t bothered with panties, so when I straddle him, I’m naked from the waist down. My body obscures his view of the TV, and I feel him quickly harden beneath me.
“Ruined it,” he says, giving me a soft smirk. His hands run up my thighs before gripping my hips and pulling me closer. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”
I shrug and say, “I thought maybe I’d just go really slow.”
He groans when I gently grind against him. “I like slow,” he says. “I really like slow.”
When I reach down to pull his hoodie off, he stops me and says, “Keep it on. I want to watch you ride me while you wear my clothes. I love seeing you in my things. I want you to touch every part of my life. I want to see you everywhere.”
I cup his face and kiss him while I lift up so he can tug his sweats down. He also hadn’t bothered to put anything on underneath, so within seconds, I feel his thick head at my entrance. I don’t sink down onto him, and he doesn’t force me to. His hands slide under the hoodie, stroking my stomach and breasts and teasing the hell out of me while I kiss him slowly and deeply.
By the time I start to take him in, we’re both breathless and soaked. Keeping my face close to his, I stare into his grey eyes as I very slowly lower onto him. The stinging pain reminds me that I may have jumped the gun on this, but the look on his face and the pleasure that I feel starting to rise to the surface makes it clear I made the right choice. He’s worth a bit of pain. He’s worth everything.
It takes me a few awkward attempts, but once I get my rhythm, I relax and lose myself in him. I force myself to not speed up, not even when my thighs start to shake and I know I could push myself over the edge in seconds if I wanted to, and not when he groans and digs his fingers into my ass, using all his willpower to not lift and lower me in a relentless rhythm that would have us both screaming each other’s names.
I make us wait for it, squeezing him tightly with every stroke, moaning his name when he lifts my shirt so he can suck on mybreast. It’s beautiful and I never want it to end. I hold out for as long as I can, but no matter how hard I try to fight it, my body eventually makes the decision for me. The orgasm rips through me as I tighten around him. Every part of me clings to him while I kiss him and whisper that I love him. As soon as he hears those three words, he groans and empties himself inside me.
I kiss him through it and then rest my forehead against his while we catch our breath. Neither one of us is in a hurry to move, so we don’t. I run my fingers along his jaw, noticing the stubble that’s coming in. I want to watch him shave in the morning. I want to know what he eats for breakfast and what clothes he decides to wear, and I want to see his smiling face whenever I glance up from whatever schoolwork I’m doing. I want a life with him, not just pieces here and there. Tiny stolen moments with him in between our busy schedules will never be enough.
“Yes,” I tell him. “I’ll move in with you.”
His smile is so sweet, and he’s so obviously thrilled by what I’ve just said that I easily return it before giving him another kiss.
“If you still want me to, that is,” I say.
He laughs and stands up, keeping himself inside me while he kicks off his sweats and then walks us back to the bedroom. “Of course I want you to,” he says. “I don’t ever want you to be anywhere else. My home is with you, Van.”
Lowering me onto the bed, my eyes widen when I feel him growing hard again.
“How is that even possible?” I ask, making him laugh.
“It’s possible because of you.” Reaching back, he grabs a fistful of his T-shirt and then pulls it over his head so he’s fully naked again. “You, too. No shirt blocking my view this time.”
I wiggle out of his hoodie, and I’m rewarded with a hungry look in his eyes that makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.
“Stop me if you feel too sore,” he says.
“I will,” I promise him, and then his mouth is on mine and he’s driving into me again, reminding me with each thrust that I will only ever be his.
We spend the night exploring each other’s bodies, and even though it’s close to dawn when we finally fall asleep, I assume we’ll spend the next day doing the same thing. I imagine waking up and having morning sex before we even get out of bed.
