While he thrust into her, his mouth stayed on hers, and he pulled all the way out and then slammed back into her. Each time, she squeezed him, her breath whooshing out of her as he took what he wanted. Needed. His eyes were so dark, so intense, and only on her. Sliding his hand from her thigh to between her legs, he found her nub of nerves and pressed it hard, causing her to cry out against his mouth. Covering her mouth with his to mask her cries, he slowly moved his thumb along the sensitive bud. She felt herself about to come, felt it all over and with each thrust. And the flick of his thumb had her inching closer and closer to her release. Taking her mouth with his, he slid his tongue along hers and soon it was too much. She came and she couldn’t help herself as she uttered his name against his lips. He smiled against her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut, her chest seizing as she arched up, his name falling again and again from her lips.
“That’s right, sugar thighs,” he whispered, kissing down her jaw. “Come all over me. I love the way you feel.”
She couldn’t answer him, her breathing was labored, her heart felt as if it were going to come out of her chest, and it very well could. He went up on his knees and she opened her eyes as he pushed her knees farther apart, his thumbs digging into the backs of her thighs as he filled her to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside her. Looking down at her, he smiled, and she smiled back. Just that simple little smile hit her straight in the gut, and she knew this wasn’t just sex.
This was way more.
Pulling out of her, he drove into her again and again and again until he squeezed her so hard she was sure she was going to have bruises all over her, and he came with a guttural yell. He fell onto her, his heart slamming into her chest, shaking her own as his cock throbbed inside of her. He was heavy, so damn heavy, but she wrapped her arms around his middle, her legs around his, nuzzling her nose under his beard, taking in the addictive smell. When he gasped against her temple, she felt him smile as he rolled them to their sides, holding her tightly, his cock still inside her as they grabbed at each other. Soon their breathing returned to normal, but she couldn’t let him go.
Not yet.
His fingers came along her jaw before he tilted her face up, his eyes meeting hers. Running his thumbs along her cheeks, he whispered, “I love you, Kacey.”
Her heart melted, and she felt like she was flying through the fucking clouds. They’d had sex a lot, a whole lot, but never had he looked at her and said those words. The words she wanted so desperately. It almost seemed like a dream, but she could feel him against her. Her body absorbing his and not letting go.
“I love you.”
His face lit up and she swore she saw his eyes glaze over a little bit. But before she could really see if they did, he nuzzled his nose along hers, kissing her lips as his eyes fell shut. Closing her eyes, she held on to him and wouldn’t let go due to the fear of him disappearing. Surely, this was a dream. But it wasn’t. His heat was burning her, his heart still thumping against her chest, his breath in her hair, and his scent…it took over every one of her senses. They didn’t move for a very long time, and as she watched as the sun slowly lower, she knew she didn’t want to be anywhere else. And felt maybe she had made the right choice.
She prayed she did, at least.
“I would have ruined you,” he whispered against her temple and her breath caught at his affirmation. “If I would have tried in the state I was in, we wouldn’t have made it. I didn’t tell you how bad it was because I didn’t think I had a problem. I made excuse after excuse for everything I did, when, really, it was because I didn’t love myself. How could I love you when I didn’t even love myself?”
Moving her face out from underneath his, she looked up at him. “I tried to love you enough for both of us.”
“I know,” he said, his voice raspy and full of emotion. “And that’s not fair. I knew I wasn’t the man for you. I knew I would hurt you, cheat on you, or do something equally stupid. I couldn’t risk it. Hell, I’m nervous now that something could happen, that I could relapse and let you down, but I gotta live, Kacey. I have to be who I want to be, and that person is yours.”
Her eyes slowly filled with tears, his face blurring out until she blinked them away. “I’d really like that, Jordie, and you won’t relapse because I’m gonna be there for you. I’m going to help.”
“I might need it,” he admitted shyly, and she reached up, brushing her thumb along his lip.
“I’m here. I was always here,” she reminded him and he nodded.