You settle inside of me, moving a hand from its grasp on my breast to my cheek.
“Are you okay?”
The lust in your eyes doesn’t leave, but condenses to make room for concern. Different expressions of the same magnanimous care.
I feel my cheeks flush, attempting in vain to not meet your gaze. “I’m trying not to come yet.”
“Oh, honey,” you grin, tucking a bit of my electrified mane behind my cheek, tracing fingers to my chin, bringing my eyes to catch yours, “I plan on making you come again.”
Involuntarily, I clamp tighter around you. “And again.”
My hands lace around your back.
“And again.” You have to murmur this one because I’ve brought my mouth to yours, tightened my legs around your hips, bucked up to meet you with new abandon. Crushed words are followed by a smile. You live to make me fall apart.
“Come on then,” you smirk, fucking deep and hard, forcing my body to make room for your presence. I grimace, my forehead rising to meet your shoulder.
You rest your forehead against mine. “No, no. Let me see you.” I wrench my eyes open, and it’s you—just you—and it’s always been you, and surrounding me are all the dead days, long-gone, when I wanted nothing more than to have you this close to me, touching me, nose-to-nose.
I fall apart, I cry out, I hold you to me to keep myself from curling in. You hold me back, pushing through then stilling, bringing that same treasured hand to replace frenzied hair.
“Beautiful.”
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