When he washes himself, his movements are hurried but not frenzied. I can see the price of his control in the way he’s holding himself back to take care of me, to put me first.
And just like that, he steals another piece of my heart.
The way his dick bobs as he steps out of my shower while reaching for a towel has me giggling. I cover my mouth to try and hide it, but I’m not fast enough. Rhodes smirks like he knows exactly what is making me giggle.
But then his hands are on me again as he dries me. Even with the towel between us, I can feel the heat of his touch against my skin.
When he lays me down on my bed, his larger body follows me down. I welcome the weight of him. It feels solid and I crave it.
My hands skim up his back, and I love the way he shudders as his pupils dilate. Even though I can see the lust tugging at him, he holds my gaze. Steady. Solid.
“You know I’m never letting you go.”
He doesn’t pose it as a question. He doesn’t need to.
I hook my leg up and around his hip, using it as leverage to grind up against him. His length is hard and hot as he slides between my arousal slicked pussy. He feels so damn good.
The moan I let out is needy and I’m not even a little bit ashamed of it. I do need him.
“I know,” the words are breathless.
His mouth slams down on mine. It’s a claiming and I sink into it.
“You’re mine,” he growls.
My lips part as my heart stutters in my chest. The warmth of his words, the promise within them, is special and I’ll cherish them.
When he fills me, there’s nothing gentle about it. The way he thrusts inside of me is rough and feral.
“Say it,” he demands.
“I’m yours,” I moan, my body arching toward him. Needing more.
His movements are hurried and strained. Like he can’t get enough of me and is overwhelmed by it. The way he shows his need, the way my body sings for him, has me clinging to his shoulders.
Am I barely holding on? My nails dig into him, and he hisses out a breath.
“That’s it,” he growls, his body tense. “Give me your eyes.”
I pry my eyes open, needing to see. Needing to feel it all and be wrapped up in the connection between us just as much as he does.
Our gazes clash. His have been overtaken by passion, glazed over and hazy.
My body moves with his, racing and chasing. So close.
“Come on my cock,” he grits out through his teeth.
The tension of his shoulders, the way he’s barely holding himself together as his breath is sawing in and out of his chest.
As I tumble over the edge, his name coming from my lips on a gasp, he follows right behind me with a groan which sounds a lot like satisfaction. I ride the pleasure, soaking in the feeling because it’s like nothing I’ve felt before.
Sure, I’ve enjoyed my partners in the past. Well, I thought I did. Now, I’m not so sure.
Rhodes rolls us and drapes me over his chest. As he slips free of me, I cringe slightly, knowing it’s going to be messy. But then, with the way he’s softly looking down at me with something more than affection in his eyes, I don’t even care.
I kiss his chest and then the underside of his jaw before I snuggle against him. His arms wrap around me and a feeling of being safe is almost overwhelming. It feels simple and yet vast.
There’s only one way to find out if I can trust him.
