The look in his eyes softens as he leans down to kiss me, softly and slowly and full of love. “I’m going to show you that you can trust me. I want this. I want you,” his words whisper across my lips.
And then he starts to move. Each thrust is measured. Every glide is paced and tempered with an old love seen in a new light.
It feels real.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers. “Let me show you what you mean to me.”
The flimsy walls I tried to construct disintegrate. Not even rubble is left behind. Damn this man.
“Please,” I gasp as he fills me completely and rotates his hips.
I give into the sweet sensation of the pleasure he causes to lap through my body like a beach kissed by the water. He exhales sharply through his nose when my walls tighten around his length.
“That’s it,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight. I want to live inside your sweet pussy.”
Everything falls away as we look into each other’s eyes. This feels different. Like more. Like making love.
“You feel it,” I whisper the words across the thread that connects us and his whiskey-colored eyes light up.
They fucking glow.
With the years lost. With the stories untold and missed. With the love we have. With the hope for it transforming into something new, something stronger. With the certainty of where we belong.
We move together, every stroke of his length inside of me makes my breath catch. His thrusts become harder and I know I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm. So close.
So fucking close.
“Don’t stop,” I keen as his hand slips between us.
The moment his thumb finds my clit and he presses down, I know I won’t be able to stop myself from coming. I don’t even want to.
His eyes are blazing with passion and all the things left unsaid.
“Tiny Dancer,” he groans as pleasure washes over us.
My walls squeeze him, begging for him to come deep inside of me. He buries himself as deep as he can. His focus is intense as his dick throbs with every jet of his cum. Our breathing is ragged and it feels like we’re suspended in a bubble, one which blocks out the reality of the outside world.
But I know it’ll all rush back in soon enough.
He doesn’t pull out of me as he flips us. I sigh against his chest as his large hand slides down my spine.
“Tell me about your new dream,” he rumbles.
Even though my body feels boneless, I prop my chin on his chest and study his face. Everything about him is open, but there’s a knowing glint in his eyes he doesn’t even try to hide.
“Rian told you,” I sigh.
“She did,” he confirms without a hint of regret. “But I still want to hear it from you.”
He keeps his eyes on me, and I know he’s not going to let it go.
“My plan is to save to open a dance studio. I want to make it a place where girls who want to learn how to soar can go. Too many girls want a place to belong, but it can be cost prohibitive. I want to start a foundation along with the studio to ensure everyone can dance and get help with wherever dance takes them, including school,” my voice has gotten stronger with every word, the look of pride on Everton’s face fuels my passion in the same way it always used to.
I can see the wheels turning in his head, but his hand slides across my skin in such a way that goosebumps cover my skin. When was the last time I felt this comfortable with a man?
Since you were in his arms back then.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by his fingers running through my hair. I sigh into the feeling, finding peace in the way it makes me feel cherished.
