Page 301 of Ricardo

My eyes roll back into my head at the sheer pleasure. I moan. "Ricardo."

He kisses me softly. "Just a little more, amore mio. I'm almost there."

I don't know how much more I can take.

My head falls back, and my toes curl with the simple pleasure of him moving inside me, like we have all the time in the world.

He’s a beautiful man, all hard planes and tight muscle. I run my hands down his back, feeling the shift of his muscles as he moves.

He’s a beautiful man, and he’s mine.

My heart aches with it.

"I want to feel you come inside me," I whisper.

But, still, he's in no rush. He’s determined to take this slow. To worship me, every inch of my body, with his.

I'm not sure how long we go on like that. I lose all track of time. I'm just a bundle of nerves, a vessel for pleasure, and I can feel another orgasm starting to build.

This one is different than the others. Not as intense or desperate. It's deeper. Slower. Like he's pulling it from the deepest part of me.

Like he's exposing me, and there's nowhere to hide.

I've never been more vulnerable in my life.

I've never felt so safe.

My entire body tightens as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, my breath catching in my throat.

"I love you, Julia, I love you," he says in between thrusts.

"I love you too," I moan. "Don't ever stop."

I don't know if I'm talking about his fucking or his love. But I don't want either of them to ever stop.

I try to hold on longer, make this moment last forever, but I can't. I come undone, my body arches languidly under his as the orgasm starts deep inside, washing over me in a slow, warm wave.

My pleasure is all that matters to him now. He continues thrusting into me, stretching it impossibly further, my walls clenching around him so hard I can feel every inch of him as he moves in and out of me.

Finally, he shudders above me and groans, burying his face in my hair. His hips stutter, and he buries himself deep inside me. His warm seed spills inside me, filling me completely.

We lie there for a long time, our hearts beating frantically inside our chests. My body is limp and sated beneath his.

He’s still for a moment, then he starts to pull out.

“No,” I protest, wrapping my legs tighter around him. “Stay.”

I can feel the smile against my neck. "I'm too heavy for you."

"You're not," I say. "I like your weight on me."

He settles back down, careful not to put too much pressure on my stomach.

We lie in silence for a long moment. I feel the slowly steadying rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest, more comforting than any lullaby.

My mind is quiet, for the first time in days. The fear is gone. The worry is gone. There's only the solid weight of him on top of me and the warmth of him still inside me.

This is my sanctuary.