"I do."
We make it to the bedroom without waking Lily or alerting Biscuit, which is a minor miracle. The door closes behind us, and Jinx pushes me against it, his mouth hot on my neck, his hands working at my belt.
"Slow," I say. "We have time."
"I know." He pulls back, meets my eyes. "But I want you naked as fast as possible so I can stare at how goddamn perfect you are.”
We undress each other as fast as possible. Shirts over heads, pants kicked away, until we're skin to skin in the dark of our bedroom. Our bedroom, with the quilt Marlee gave us and the lamp from the antique shop in town and the drawer of Jinx's knives that we both pretend isn't there.
Home.
I push him toward the bed, follow him down, cover his body with mine. He's hard against my thigh, his breath coming faster, but his hands are gentle as they trace the lines of my back.
"I love you," he says. The words come easy now, practiced, but they still hit me every time. "I love this. I love who I am when I'm with you."
"Who are you when you're with me?"
"Someone good." His voice cracks.
“Oh, my sweet pea. You are just as good as you are bad. Bad at going slow. Why is your finger already in my ass?” I chuckle as he presses it in further, trying not to moan. “God, Jinx, you’re not gonna make this easy are you? I didn’t say you could dominate me tonight.”
I kiss him before he can argue. Kiss my way down his chest, his stomach, the jut of his hipbone. Take him in my mouth and listen to the sounds he makes, the gasps and groans that still feel like victories.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, not pulling, guiding. His hips roll in tiny movements, restrained, controlled. Even now, after everything, he struggles to let go completely.
I work him slow, drawing it out, bringing him to the edge and backing off. His curses fill the room, creative and desperate, and I smile around his cock.
"Fuck, all I can think about is your cock in my ass.”
I release him, crawl back up his body, reach for the lube on the nightstand.
"I want you inside me," he says. "I want to feel you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
I take my time teasing him because he’s most beautiful when he’s edged. One finger, then two, watching his face, the way his mouth falls open, the way his eyes lose focus. He's fucking perfect like this. Open and wanting and mine.
Lining my cock up, I push slowly, forcing him to relax as I work in. When I finally push inside, we both groan. The heat of him, the pressure, the way he clenches around me like he never wants to let go.
"Fuck, you feel so good.” He squeezes his eyes shut as I snap my hips forward.
I move. Slow at first, finding the rhythm, then faster as he demands it. His nails rake down my back, his moans fill my ears, his body arches beneath me.
This is different from the first times. No desperation, no edge of violence, no fear that it might disappear. This is two people who know each other so intimately, we can love each other before fucking each other like animals.
And I do exactly that. Pulling out and flipping him so his ass is in the air, I drive my cock into his ass and thrust, holding his hips as my balls slap against his. “You’re. So. Fucking. Perfect. For. Me.” I grind out the words as heat shoots through my core.
"Fuck, right there," he gasps. "I'm gonna cum."
I reach between us, wrap my hand around his cock, stroke him with long, steady strokes.
"Cum with me, Jinx, I’m about to flood your ass.” I speed up, hitting that spot deep inside him over and over until he’s a groaning mess. Grabbing his hair, I yank his head back and growl. “Such a good fucking boy.”
He comes with my name on his lips, spilling hot over my hand, his body clenching around me. The sight of him, the feel of him, pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and let the orgasm rush through me, wave after wave, until his knees give out and I topple on top of him.
We lie there. Panting. Sweating. Still connected.
