“Say it again,” I plead as I press my heels into the mattress, trying to give him more leverage. “Please.”
“Say what?” he replies, his breathing heavy as he continues to rock into my body with increasingly hard strokes.
“Tell me that I’m beautiful,” I request. “Please.”
His face unfolds into one of his boyish looks. “You’re so beautiful, Olivia,” he says without hesitation. “Every part of you is so damn beautiful.”
When I come moments after that, it’s the epitome of ecstasy exploding and spreading across every inch of my body. I feel like my skin is glowing and my nerves are singing and that raw love is coursing through me. He quickens his pace, drawing out the pleasure.
“One more,” he insists into my ear, speaking through gritted teeth. “One more, Olivia.”
And I give him one more. I come again, riding the high of my climax from moments before. This time, Davis finishes in me and fills me with his hot spend. I can feel it dripping out of me as he pulls out. Remembering his directive, I reach down and push it back into me, allowing it to sit inside of my body for a few more minutes.
“I want you to hold me,” I tell him, speaking past the dumfounded expression on his face from having watched me push his cum into my body. “This is it—this is all that I’ve wanted for eight years. For you to hold me and to make me feel like I’m special to you. Please, Davis.”
For the first time tonight, he questions me. “Really?”
Completely unconcerned with how needy I must sound, I say, “Please. Nobody else has ever held me like that. Nobody has even offered. Before you, they would screw me and leave me. I was fine with that until you.”
His expression changes from surprise to darkness, surely imagining the ways that men threw me aside in the past. Without warning, he has swept me up in his big arms and pulled me close to him, cradling my body against his in the same bed where I took his virginity. This was how it should have ended—no money, no fighting, no regrets. This was how it should have gone.
“Davis—”
“Please don’t pay me,” he objects hastily.
Immediately, I burst out laughing, grateful to be bare and in his arms—and enjoying it without either of us worrying about anything but the moment.