Page 158 of Out Of A Fix

Bending forward, I jolted with the sensation of his length moving inside, filling me, my hands gripping his chest, holding tight. When he took hold of my length, I rocked forward, and his moan was loud.

Lifting up, I let my head fall back as I felt the orgasm building in my balls.

“You’re so gorgeous sitting there, and you feel fuckin’ incredible.”

I couldn’t speak. I was barely breathing. All I could do was feel and ride each throbbing, clenching sensation that tumbled through me.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his grip on my thighs powerful. “Now.”

It took so much effort to lift my head, open my eyes, and stare down into the pools of deep blue green.

“You’re mine,” he said under his breath.

“Yes,” I husked, and when he rolled his hips, that was all. I came hard, my muscles tightening like a vise, all at once, before I spurted over his abdomen. He grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he came, arching up off the rug, frozen there under me.

It took us long minutes to recover, and then I moved, not lifting off him, instead leaning over, bracing my hands on either side of his head. When his eyes finally drifted open, all I saw was love there.

“I might scare you again,” I told him. “But never on purpose.”

He nodded, reaching up and slipping his hands around the sides of my neck.

“I’ve always wanted to belong to someone who loved me, and believe me when I say, I know I do. I’m all yours, Luke.”

A tremble ran through him. “It was never like this,” he confessed. “I can’t… You can’t…” Tears leaked from the sides of his eyes and rolled down his temples. “I couldn’t breathe.”

I bent and kissed him, deeply, languidly, then eased back, slowly lifting off him, bracing myself on the island because my knees were wobbly. He stood up beside me and immediately put a hand on my ass.

“Really?” I teased him.

“My cum is dripping down the inside of your thighs.”

“Lucky I’m standing on the rug.”

His grin was wicked and smug. “I want to do that again, all the time.”

“Yeah, I bet,” I said, smiling back.

He was quiet a moment.

“Luke?”

“I just, I lost my mind there toward the end,” he admitted, kissing my shoulder. “You felt so good, and I wanted all of you, and I didn’t⁠—”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” I answered, knowing what he meant. “I enjoyed every second.”

He exhaled sharply. “Okay. Good. Very good.”

“Because you wanna do it again.”

“Yes, I do,” he said, stepping into me. “But mostly, I wanna talk about when you want to get married.”

I scoffed. “I thought you weren’t getting married again.”

“I wasn’t, but you’ve changed my mind. I really want to marry you, and also, I’ve never met a man who needs a ring more than you.”

“Is that right?”

“Oh yes. Do you disagree?”