From the edge of the bed he grabbed a condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth. “Lots?”
I nodded, fighting for breath.
“Like, lots and lots? Or just a little lots?”
“What?”
With a grin, he rolled on the condom. “How much do you love me? How many lots?”
“Mal …” I couldn’t make sense of the question. My hands fisted in the pillow behind my head.
“See, this is what I mean.” He set his arm beside my head and lowered himself over me. Slowly he slid his fingers out of my sex and lined up his cock. I tried to keep my eyes open, but it was a losing battle. My eyelids drifted down. I was lost to the sensation of his thick length pushing into me, making a permanent place for himself. We fit just right.
“I love you more,” he said. Then his fingers slid around my clit, giving me what I needed, applying the perfect pressure to set me alight. I exploded. The fire inside of me burning out of control. But so long as I held on to him, it was okay. My legs held him tight, my hands anchoring him to me, bound around his neck. The muscles in my * grabbed at his cock, greedy and needing.
And he groaned, pressing his cheek into mine.
I drifted back to reality, awareness returning ever so gradually. Mal started moving, slowly at first, sliding in and out. Little shudders wracked me with each stroke.
“Liar,” I whispered, remembering what he’d said. “I love you more.”
He smiled, thrusting into me. “Prove it.”
I wrapped him up in my legs and arms, bringing his mouth to mine, giving him everything. Trusting him with everything. Because I’d finally found someone who could take both the good and the bad, the sad and the happy. I wanted to do the same for him.
He was being so careful, but there was so much emotion built up inside of him. I could feel it, coursing beneath his skin, raging behind his eyes.
“Harder,” I urged him.
He picked up the pace.
“Stop holding back.”
“Anne …” His jaw was tensed, his green eyes ablaze.
“Do it. Give it to me. I can take it.”
Mal didn’t need any more prompting. He gathered me up against him, our skin slapping as he pounded into me. Our hips hit hard, his cock driving deep into the heart of me. It was like standing in a storm, frightening and beautiful both. I’d never trusted anyone to be this rough before, to take things this far. He hammered into me. His teeth fixed on my neck, marking me, as his hand gripped my ass cheek, holding me to him. The whole of him shuddered against me as he buried himself deep and came. He shouted my name, his mouth still pressed against my skin.
I kept my arms and legs tight around him, making him collapse on top of me. The heavy weight of him pinned me to the bed. I could hold on to him forever.
We lay there in silence. My face was wet where he pressed his cheek against it. His sweat or tears, I don’t know, but he shook for a long time. I petted his hair and stroked his back, running my fingers up and down his spine.
“I love you,” I said. “So much I can’t say.”
He trailed his lips against my jaw. “I believe you.”