There's only this.
Only him.
Only the heat of his mouth and the strength of his hands and the way my body fits against his like we were made for each other.
Dante
I could die right now.
Right here on this couch with her mouth on mine and her fingers in my hair.
I could die happy.
Well. Not entirely happy.
I'd die happy only after I'm buried inside her. Balls deep. Feeling her clench around me while she screams my name.
But I'm not going to tell her that.
Not yet.
Marina gasps against my mouth. The sound shoots straight to my cock. I'm already hard. Have been since she leaned her head on my shoulder during that fucking movie.
Now I'm ready to explode.
I shift on the couch. Try to adjust myself without being obvious about it.
Marina pulls back. Her eyes search my face.
"Are you in pain?"
Christ.
She thinks I'm hurting from the wound.
"No," I say. My voice comes out rough. Strained. "But the guy down there is."
Her gaze drops to my lap.
To the obvious bulge straining against my sweatpants.
"You should stop now." I force the words out. "Before it's too late."
Marina looks back up at me.
And she laughs.
The sound is bright. Unexpected. It hits me somewhere deep in my chest.
"When you had that shower," she says. Her cheeks flush pink. "Were you... masturbating?"
I don't look away.
"Every time I thought about you," I tell her. "I jerked off like I was a teenager again. Like I was fifteen and I'd just seen a girl I liked and couldn't stop thinking about her."
Marina's breath catches.
"For two years?"
