Page 113 of When There Was You
I’m punch-drunk from an explosive orgasm, viewing him through a heavy-lidded gaze.
He positions himself between my legs, which widen in welcome expectation, eager for our bodies to merge. As he pushes inside slowly, our eyes lock, both of us breathing through the glory of it. The profoundness.
He stills. “Goddamn. Each time with you feels like the first.”
“So good.” My breath catches as tears prickle against the back of my lids.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”My words are a hoarse whisper.
We move in exquisite tandem. There’s a rightness, a completeness, to the way he fills me, and the way I receive him. Those green irises darkened by his dilated pupils fasten on me. His thrusts are sublime, decadent, intense.
A declaration.
Mine.
Yours.
A tear escapes, almost as if my body’s unable to hold so much sensation.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I can’t speak or I’ll lose it, but I manage a nod.
Our lips meld, anotherI love you. The space connecting us thickens with emotion. My legs shift higher and wider, wanting to be closer everywhere we’re joined. We moan at the adjustment, our pleasure transcendent, authentic, sincere. Our heavy breaths and sighs float between us, and more of my tears leak as the potency of our lovemaking breaks through any remaining barriers.
Butch’s pace quickens from slow and languid to hard and fierce. Claiming. Asserting. Demanding.
You’re mine. I’m yours.
Maybe forever.
He roars through his release, meeting my cry. His hips buck as he spills into me, grinding like he never wants to stop. We cling to each other, breathing heavy, bodies merged, hearts undeniably fused.
Fifty-Five
Iawaken in Butch’s arms, my back glued to his front. His erection, stirring before he does, lodges against my ass. A smile creeps up. My man is nothing short of virile…we spent hours pleasuring one another last night. Even though I’m big dick sore, the memory causes stirrings of my own, and my hips grind into him purposefully.
“Mmm,” he groans, pulling me tighter.
“Mm-hmm,” I answer.
“I could get used to this.” His voice is even deeper still laced with sleep, and hearing it this close to my ear ignites my blood.
We take a quick break for human necessities, then reunite for another rousing session of sex…the loud and unrestrained kind, since little ears aren’t around.
Lying on his chest after, listening to his steady heartbeat, a comforting happiness fills me.
Butch breaks the silence. “I probably shouldn’t say this…it’s too soon.”
NowI’m curious. I lift my head to meet his gaze, resting my chin on my hand. “Say what?”
He heaves out a breath. “Don’t bolt on me?”
I level him with a stare. “I just admitted I love you. I’m not going anywhere. And I seem to recall you saying if I did run, you’d just haul me back to your bed anyway.”
“Right. Still stands.”
