“Yes,” I whimper, throwing my head back as I adjust the angle. His cock rests between us. Thick. Hard. My hips rise a little higher with each possessive roll, and with Lukas’s lips pressed to my neck, I come with an audible gasp. My body shudders, shakes, and Lukas grips my waist, forcing my hips against him as I ride out my orgasm.
My body becomes pliable, a wave of satisfied exhaustion settling in my bones, and I lean against Lukas, needing a moment to catch my breath.
He delivers a light slap to my ass before palming my cheeks, fingertips digging into my skin, moving and stretching me for him. “Fuck, baby, you're dripping all over me.”
I smile against his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to his warm skin. “And you love it,” I remind him as I rise to my knees. A low, rumbling chuckle is his only response as I reach between us to grab his length. I stroke him once, then twice, working my cum over him before rising again to notch the head of his cock at my entrance.
I’ve been on birth control since I was young for my heavy and irregular periods, which is something a dancer needs to havesome control over. It also means that Lukas and I don’t have to use an additional form of birth control, since we’ve only been with each other.
So when I slide down on Lukas, with nothing separating us, his back arches and the veins in his neck pulsate as his head digs back into the pillow.
The moment I’m seated, I release a satisfied exhale, leaning down to lick into his mouth once more before rising. I start out slow, swirling my hips in a smooth circle, leaning forward to grind my already sensitive clit against him. Then I lean back, and with my free hands, I play with myself— squeezing my breasts, rolling my nipples in between my fingers. And when I pinch them to nearly the point of pain, a soft moan escapes me and my eyes roll back in my head.
“That’s always my favorite part,” he whispers. “How I get to be the lucky fuck that lies here, watching you use me to get yourself off. I love watching you play with yourself, baby, love it so goddamn much.”
With my eyes still shut, practically rolled back in my head, I smile, biting down on my bottom lip when the roll of my hips is just right.
“I’ve always said you’re my favorite toy,” I tease. Lukas and I bought a few toys for me to use with the distance. Some he’s seen in person, some he’s only seen through video chats. He loves to watch me, no matter where we are, no matter what we’re doing. And while I love letting him watch, there’s no better feeling than him just like this. This is something a toy could never replicate.
“God, baby,” he grunts, his eyes squeezing shut. “You’re so good. So goddamn tight.” I can tell he’s close, that I could increase the pace and make him come, but a sudden sense of sadness hits me.
“So good you’ll never forget it?”
The painful admission is out before I can stop myself from ruining the moment, and Lukas’s eyes open wide, his gaze immediately finding mine in the darkness.
His hands fly to my hips to still me, and I slow down, my palms coming to rest on his chest. “I didn’t mean to be a buzzkill,” I awkwardly whisper, running the tip of my finger over the outermost border of his tattoos. “I’m just…”
Scared. Terrified. Anxious.
This change that we’re about to face isn’t like our usual long distance. The time difference alone will be hard. But Lukas will be in danger, no matter how much he says it will be fine. Even if he doesn’t deploy, accidents can happen in training missions. There will be days, weeks, even months where we won’t get to talk. We’re going to get out of our habits of communicating, and the thought that some day we might get used to, or be okay with spending months without talking to one another terrifies me.
Slowly, but with steady determination, Lukas pulls out of me and flips me to my side, rolling me on my back. He covers my frame with his broad chest as one knee pushes my leg up and open for him. But before he slides back inside, his free hand comes up to grip my chin.
“Baby…” His eyes dart back and forth across my face, and I want to look away, even try to look away. I can feel the burning start behind my eyes, in my throat, that sting that screams impending heartbreak.
He lowers his head, his face a breath away from mine with those ocean-blue eyes somehow still sparkling in the moonlight. “Mags, baby … do you think I could ever forget about you?”
“Notforgetme, no. But…”
He waits for my answer, the hand that’s holding my chin still firm as his thumb grazes a soothing rhythm back and forth over my cheek. Somehow, I squirm under his stare. Normally, Lukas is the one that struggles to talk about what he feels. That part hasalways been easy for me. It’s been easy to love him, to tell him how much I love him. Since we started dating, I’ve never once questioned his love for me.
But the uncertainty of it all, of both of us starting new careers in new locations at the same time … there will literally be oceans separating us, new schedules, new friends. It will change us, no matter how hard we try to fight it.
His hand leaves my jaw and he lowers his face to brush a soft kiss against my lips. My hands fly up to curl around his shoulders, fingers raking through his shaggy hair.
He lines himself up and pushes back in, achingly slow, and then he nudges my chin up with his nose, lips pressed against my throat. He draws a line with his tongue up my neck, stopping when he reaches a sensitive spot that makes me squirm. “I can promise you, Magnolia,” he whispers, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “There is no world where I am alive, where I am living and breathing and not madly in love with you.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I tighten my grip around his shoulders, pulling him in so we’re chest to chest.
“It’s what I live for. What I was put on this earth to do. There will always be an ‘us’. It will always be Lukas and Magnolia, not one without the other.”
He trails delicate kisses along my cheek, my neck. I squirm under him, and even though the conversation is serious, his hard cock is still deep inside me, and I’m desperate for him to move.
A cocky chuckle rumbles from his throat in between kisses. “Patience, baby.” He presses another soft kiss to the center of my chest, then moves up to the hollow of my throat. “This will be hard,” he says. “We’re going to be challenged. We’re going to argue, probably more than we ever have. We’re going to go a long time without talking, and if I deploy—” His voice cracks, and he buries his face beside mine against the pillow. “We mightgo a hell of a long time, and yeah, I’m scared. But whether I love you or not willneverbe a question.”
I let the tears slide down my face, knowing he’s catching them against his skin.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you, and I need you to believe that, totrustthat, even when it’s hard. Tell me you believe me.”
