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I wanted exactly this–his face so close I could feel his breaths fanning me and his chest pressed to mine.

When he bottomed out, he stuttered out some kind of moan, laying his head to rest on my shoulder. He was so much smaller than me, and it was almost sweet…

If I weren’t being impaled by nine inches of him at the same time.

“You’re doing great, baby,” I breathed into his hair, kissing his head a few times to coax him through whatever feelings he was having.

It would really suck for him to freak out now.

His spine stiffened, and for just a second his hips snapped a few times like they were involuntary. I let out a few sudden groans at the feeling, my eyes rolling back when one of them hit just the right spot inside me–reminding me exactly why I loved switching so much.

“Oh, right there–do that again,” I fumbled out, gripping his hip to try and make him do that again.

Sam popped his head up, his face all red and scrunched–just like I always thought it would look when he was close–oh.

Oh–he wasn’t freaking out.

The idea of finishing with him was just too appealing, sending my hand flying between us to take hold of my shaft. I gave it a few hard, fast strokes that made me moan out some deranged version of his name and earned me a few more of those involuntary thrusts from him and a whine.

Oh, he was so close.

“It’s okay, baby,” I moaned, rocking my hips to try to get him to move. “You’re doing…great–”

“Stop it,” he grumbled, trying to still my hips with as much strength as he could. “You’re–that’s–fuck. I’m…fuck.”

Sam started thrusting fast and hard, groaning out and fanning them over my face when his forehead came to rest on mine. His eyes were slammed shut, and his nails were digging into my side while he chased that high.

And brought me mine in the process.

He kept hitting that perfect spot and making my spine feel like jelly. I was so happily drowning in him and every sweet noise I’d been dying to hear that when he finally buried himself deep, groaning into my neck and filling me with warmth, I was done, too.

My cock had been crying for him the whole time, and just a few strokes after that was all I needed, sending me head first into a fucking ocean of pleasure. I could feel it in chills over every inch of my skin, settling deep in my bones and turning me into dead weight under him.

“I love you,” I breathed out–the same way I had every time Sam made me feel this good on the other end of a phone.

Chapter 29

Sam

My brain was fried.

The last couple of hours had factory-reset my brain.

Three hours ago, I was crying on my couch and just trying to get it all out before Ash came over to pep-talk me into feeling better and going for a walk. I was longing for the man I loved and cheering for him from my couch at every one of his games in Vancouver the days prior.

And now I was half asleep on his sweaty chest.

Now, I’d just heard him actually tell me he loved me while he came, like he had a thousand times before, but this time it was in my ear, in my bed, in my room–not my phone. I was still inside him and coming down from my own high–

I was coming down from my own orgasm.

With another person–that was awesome!

Holy shit–anything I ever said about preferring to do it myself or alone–fucking throw that out. I was clearly out of my mind because the way I felt just now was just…wow!.

“That was awesome,” I panted, smiling against his chest and forcing my heavy head up to look down at him.

His face scrunched, and he looked amused, laughing slightly and flexing around me in a way that had me breathing through a moan. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently running his hand down my side to rest slightly on my butt. “I was just maybe expecting an I love you, too or something along those lines–”