Page 467
“I’m close.”
“I know.”
“Come with me.”
“Not yet.”
“Ryan.”
“I want to feel yours without losing mine inside it.”
The words tear through every defense I might have raised.
He isn’t denying himself because my pleasure matters more than his. He isn’t putting his need away to manage mine. He wants both and refuses to sacrifice either.
Ryan drives into me with slow, relentless strokes while his fingers pull the climax higher.
“Give it to me,” he says.
My body breaks around him.
The orgasm rolls through me instead of detonating, every pulse tightening slowly around his cock while Ryan holds my eyes and keeps moving. His name leaves my mouth repeatedly, each one rougher than the last.
“Mi chica,” he says against my lips. “Let me feel you choose this.”
“I choose you.”
His rhythm falters.
“I choose all of you, Ryan.”
The last of his control tears apart.
He buries himself inside me and comes with his face pressed against mine, every broken sound entering the space between our mouths. His body locks around mine, one arm beneath my neck and the other across my waist while release pulses deep inside me.
I hold him through every shudder.
When our bodies finally become still, Ryan remains wrapped around me. His breathing gradually slows against my shoulder while pale Milwaukee light stretches farther across the sheets.
“That was slow?” I ask.
“It began slowly.”
“You lost control.”
“You told me to.”
“I did.”
“I listen occasionally.”
I smile and bring his hand to my mouth. “I love you.”
His fingers tighten around mine. “I love you too.”
The quiet that follows doesn’t ask either of us to fill it. Ryan stays inside me until our bodies soften enough that he slips free, then leaves the bed long enough to bring back a warm cloth.
He cleans me carefully despite my complaints that I remain capable of basic hygiene. Afterward, he returns with water, pain reliever, and one of his shirts.
