When his eyes connect with mine, it feels like the world pauses, and it’s just me and him. The sounds of the morning fade away, the worries of him leaving no longer exist, it’s just me and him, in this moment, connected in a way I never thought I would be able to connect with another human.
But here we are, and with each rock of my hips, each kiss to my neck, each touch of his hand or moan from my mouth, he’s consuming me. He’s enrapturing me. He’s showing me what it means to be adored. What it means to be…needed and desired.
Needed in a way that doesn’t require me to babysit.
That doesn’t require me to take the lead and be the one that takes care of everything.
No, he takes care of me because he needs this feeling between us. He needs my body just like I need his.
“Fuck, I love this,” he says, his hands falling to my hips as he helps me rock over him. “I love being inside of you.”
I bring my forehead to his and move my hips at a slightly faster pace now as the tension in my stomach starts to coil. I can feel my body begin to prepare for the pleasure only he can bring me.
“I love your cock,” I whisper, pulsing over him. “I love it so much.”
He groans and then finds my mouth with his. I grip the back of his head, holding him close, letting our open-mouthed kisses turn into a full make-out session.
Our breaths become labored and our bodies slide against each other.
“Yes, love, fuck…don’t stop,” he whispers, as I start to bounce up and down on him, the friction too freaking good as my orgasm starts to climb. He grips my breasts and squeezes them, just enough to send a bolt of lust through me.
I need more.
I feel wild, like I can’t get close enough to him even though I’m practically wrapped around his body.
“God, Theo, I’m close. Right there.”
“Same,” he breathes, his fingers closing around my nipples. “So bloody close…”
He pinches and pleasure shoots right down my spine.
“Oh fuck…again,” I say as my hands fall to his shoulders.
“Yes, love, fuck, keep going.” His hands fall to my side now, helping move me up and down. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl.”
His voice.
His words.
The way his fingers dig into my skin.
It sends me into a frenzy.
My skin tingles, my pussy throbs, already starting to contract around him, and all the nerves between my legs begin to bunch as I start to climax.
“Fuck, yes, oh fuck, Theo.” I bite down on my lip, my orgasm bursting through me as my mouth falls open and a long moan falls past my lips as I come all over him.
“Jesus…fuck,” he cries as he forces his hips up into me over and over again until he stills and groans the sexiest sound I’veever heard, filling me all the way up. “Fuck,” he says again as he falls back against the couch and tries to catch his breath.
When his eyes open and meet mine, the sadness he had just a few moments ago is still there. The life in his eyes, still not present. And instead of humor, there’s worry in his expression with his pinched brow as he caresses my cheek with his finger.
“Fuck,” he whispers, taking me in. “I don’t…I don’t want to leave.”
I want to beg him to stay, but what kind of human would that make me? I would never put pressure on him not to visit his father who just had a heart attack.
Then again, seeing him so distraught, so upset, it splits me in half.
“I don’t want you to leave?—”
