"I gotta do it slow or it’ll hurt."
"Fuck patience. Let it hurt.”
I position myself at his hole, hold his gaze. "Look at me. Don't you dare fucking close your eyes."
He looks. And what's written there steals my breath.
Trust. Want. The same overwhelming emotion that's been building in my chest for weeks, reflected back at me.
When I finally push inside, we both groan.
Tight. Hot. Perfect. The feeling of being surrounded by him, held by him, connected in the most intimate way possible. His body opens for me, welcomes me, and I hold still, letting us both adjust. Letting the enormity of this wash over us.
"Move," he breathes. "Please."
I move.
Slow, deep thrusts that make him arch off the bed. His legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper. His hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in. Not drawing blood this time, just holding on.
I kiss him as I fuck him. Swallow his moans, taste his pleasure. Our bodies find a rhythm, give and take, push and pull. The bed creaks beneath us. The headboard taps against the wall. Somewhere outside, the world keeps turning, but in here there's only this.
"Jinx. God, Jinx."
"I've got you." The words come out rough, broken. "I've got you. I'm not letting go."
I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him. He keens, head falling back, throat exposed. I bite down, not hard enough to break skin, just hard enough to mark. Just hard enough to leave proof that this happened. That we happened.
Mine. The thought blazes through me, hot and possessive.Mine.
"Come for me," I tell him. "Let go. I've got you."
He does. His whole body seizes, cock pulsing in my hand, ass clenching around me, his mouth open on a silent cry. The pressure sends me over the edge too, and I bury myself deep, filling him, my vision whiting out as the orgasm tears through me.
We collapse together. Sticky, sweaty, satisfied. My cock softens inside him, but I don't pull out. I want to stay connected as long as possible.
Neither of us speaks. Just breathing. Just being. Just existing in the aftermath of something that felt like more than sex.
"Damn… that was hot. Intense as fuck, but hot.”
"Yeah." I chuckle.
"Different."
"Good different?"
"Very good different." He turns his head, presses a kiss to my temple. His lips are soft against my skin. "What changed? I thought you’d fuck the shit out of me… no pun intended."
"I wanted to love you."
"Love, huh? Didn’t wanna say that before, and here you are, your cum leaking out my asshole, saying you love me.”
I roll my eyes and then hold his gaze. "I'm not going anywhere, Asher. Not running, not hiding, not pretending this doesn't matter. You're stuck with me."
His smile is slow, warm. "Is that a promise?"
"It's a threat. Every lifetime, every heaven, every hell… I will find you."
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I can live with that."
