He nods and swallows again. “Yeah. You have, too. You’ve lost weight.”
I shake my head. “No, I just haven’t really been eating. My appetite usually disappears when I’m an emotional wreck.” I run my hands down his neck to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. “What did you think about?”
He smiles the tiniest bit and eases forward, entering me slowly. I moan quietly and arch off the bed, my chest brushing against his. “That, right there. The sounds you make when I’m moving in you.” He begins thrusting in a slow rhythm, taking his time while he watches me below him. “The way you arch into me.” His hand brushes down my face and onto my chest. “Like you need to be touching me with every part of you.” His hand moves lower and grabs my leg, pinning it in front of him. “How fucking beautiful you look when you come. I couldn’t get you out of my head. You were always there. Every look you gave me, every moment I held you. I couldn’t let go of it.” He stops moving and runs his finger along my lower lip. “I could be without you for the rest of my life and I’d never want anyone else.”
I blink heavily, sending a tear down the side of my face. When I reopen my eyes, I see the pain in his, the memory of those eighty-five days and how it affected him. I reach up, laying my hand against his cheek. “You’ll never be without me again. I’m yours. I always have been. Even when we were apart.”
“So, you didn’t…”
I shake my head, seeing the tension that set in his features when he started to ask that question slowly release. “I could never be with anyone else. Not after you.”
He drops his head and kisses me like he needs my air to breathe. It’s urgent. Hungry. And I feel that kiss throughout my entire body, reigniting my ache for him. “I need you to move,” I whisper against his mouth.
He bends my knee and pushes it against my chest as he starts thrusting into me again. His eyes stay glued to mine, capturing my gaze, daring me to look away. I can’t. Even if I want to. I missed this look of his. The look I know he only reserves for me. The look that could make me do anything.
“You know what else I thought about?” he asks.
“What?” I reach above me and search for something to grab, wrapping my hands around my bed post. His slow thrusts are hitting every nerve ending in my body. The heavy drag of his cock as it fills me, pulsing against that spot only he has ever been able to find. I’m coming apart below him, and he doesn’t seem to be anywhere near done with me. “Reese, please.”
He growls through a moan. “That. How you beg me, over and over again. Like I’d ever deny you.” His hands grip the sheet next to my head as his thrusts become more forceful but still slow. I tilt my pelvis, bringing my hips up to meet him and giving him deeper entry. “I’m so fucking lost in you, Dylan. I always have been.”
“Fuck, Reese.” My orgasm rips through me, burning in my core and spreading out quickly. I’m clenching around him, my hands raking down his back and clawing at his skin. I’m sure I’m drawing blood but I don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either. He lunges deeper, deeper again and continues the sweet torture. “I want you to come.”
“Not yet. Give me another, love.” His hands run down my sides and grip my hips as he thrusts hard, then harder into me. His eyes are locked onto mine, holding me, keeping me with him. “Too damn long. I’ve been without you and it nearly killed me.”
“Me, too. I… holy shit.” Bracing myself with my hands over my head, I feel my second orgasm building in my gut.