I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking slowly, and whatever he was going to say dissolved into a groan. He was fully hard now, hot and thick in my palm, and I felt my own cock respond, pressing against his thigh.
“Morning,” I said, grinning at him. “Thought you might want to sleep in a little longer.”
“This doesn’t feel like sleeping,” he managed, his hips lifting into my touch.
“No,” I agreed, reaching over to the nightstand for the lube we kept there. “It’s not.”
Understanding dawned in his eyes, followed quickly by heat. “Nick, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I interrupted, slicking up my fingers. “I’ve been thinking about it all morning. About you inside me, filling me up while the sun comes up.”
He groaned again, his hands coming up to grip my hips. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?” I circled my hole with one slick finger, watching his face. “It’s true. I want you, Dante. I always want you.”
I pushed the finger inside, and his grip on my hips tightened. I was already loose from last night, when he’d taken me against the kitchen counter after dinner, but I took my time anyway, adding a second finger, then a third. His eyes were locked on where my hand disappeared between my legs, his breathing getting heavier.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You look so good like that. Getting yourself ready for me.”
“Wait till you see this then,” I said, pulling them out and positioning myself over him. “This is gonna blow your mind.”
I gripped his uncut cock, lining him up, and started to sink down. The stretch was intense, even with the prep, and I had to pause halfway, breathing through it. Dante’s hands moved to my thighs, rubbing soothing circles.
“Take your time,” he said, his voice strained. “We’ve got all morning.”
I did, lowering myself inch by inch until I was fully seated, his cock buried deep inside me. We both groaned at the sensation, and I gave myself a moment to adjust before I started to move.
Slow at first, just rolling my hips, feeling him drag against my hole. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. Dante’s hands slid up to my waist, guiding my movements but letting me set the pace.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his eyes roaming over me. “The way you look riding me, the sun in your hair. I could watch you forever.”
His words made heat pool low in my belly, and I picked up the pace, rising and falling on his cock with more urgency. My own cock was hard and leaking between us, and when Dante wrapped his hand around it, I nearly came on the spot.
“Not yet,” he said, stroking me in time with my movements. “I want to make this last.”
But I was already close, the combination of him inside me and his hand on me pushing me toward the edge faster than I wanted. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, changing the angle so he hit even deeper.
“Dante,” I gasped. “I love you so fucking much.”
His eyes went dark with emotion, and his grip on my hips tightened almost to the point of pain. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough.
“I love you,” I repeated, my movements becoming erratic as pleasure built in my spine. “I love you, I love you?—”
He surged up, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was all desperation. His hand worked my cock faster, and his other arm wrapped around my back, holding me close as he started thrusting up into me, fucking me with reckless abandon. The change in control, the way he took over and claimed me, sent me spiraling over the edge.
I came with his name on my lips, spilling between us as my body clenched around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and groaning into my mouth as he filled me with his heat.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. My legs were shaking from the exertion, and I could feel his heart hammering against my chest.
“I love you too,” he said quietly, his hand coming up to cup my face. “More than I ever thought possible.”
I kissed him again, softer this time, trying to pour everything I felt into it. When we finally pulled apart, I could see moisture in his eyes that matched my own.
“You okay?” I asked, brushing my thumb across his cheekbone.
“Yeah.” He smiled, and it reached his eyes in a way that still made my breath catch. “Just thinking about how different things are now. A year ago, I never would’ve imagined this. Waking up in Montana with my cowboy husband, on a ranch, living a… well,normallife.”
“Is it what you wanted?” I asked, suddenly uncertain. “I know you gave up a lot to be here.”
