I bit my lip in frustration for a moment before I seized control. Before I found, in my foggy, half wild mind, what I actually wanted.
The vibrator landed on the bed, and Swiss’s eyes flared in surprise.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I pled, my voice a thin rattle.
Swiss didn’t hesitate. The second I uttered the words, his hands were underneath my back, positioning me in the perfect position for him to plunge into me.
I cried out, seeing stars as I came the second he seated himself fully inside of me. Swiss must’ve felt me clenching around him, he knew my body well enough to understand that I was coming apart. But he did not pause. Did not stop thrusting.
He didn’t give me a second to catch my breath, to find my bearings as his cock sent me over the edge once more.
“Look into my fuckin’ eyes, Kate,” Swiss panted.
I hadn’t even realized I’d squeezed my eyes shut. They burst open, Swiss’s face inches from mine.
“I love you.” His voice was unexpectedly soft.
The world stopped turning. My heart stopped beating.
I’d known that, of course. That he loved me. It was never a question.
But he’d never said the three words out loud. Not with the permanence that settled over me now. Not when he was deep inside of me.
“I love you too,” I returned without hesitation.
His eyes flared. “I’m never letting you go,” he grunted. “And as soon as we can make it happen, we’re gettin’ married.”
I blinked at him, trying to battle against the aftershocks in my body, the sex haze I was in to process what he’d just said. “Is that a proposal?” I breathed.
“Nope,” he clipped out the word. “You love me. You’re my fuckin’ world. Your scar is on me, mine on yours. Want you to be mine in every way possible. So we’re getting married. You can try to fight me on it.” His eyes were so intense, further enhancing the passion behind his words. “I welcome it. But it’s gonna happen. And I know you want it too.”
Without waiting for my argument, or for my agreement, he started moving once more. Fucking me into oblivion.
“I’m mad at you, you know,” I told Swiss when I was able to regain my breath.
It had surely been hours. It felt like it.
Swiss and I were naked, damp with exertion, tangled up in each other, both breathing heavily.
We were on the floor.
I was not exactly sure when we made it there, but there had been one part of the night when Swiss ordered me to bend over one of the chairs.
And things had gone horizontal from there.
I was tucked into his shoulder, staring at the ceiling, trying to regain my sense of balance even though I was lying on the floor.
My entire center of gravity had shifted. Something pivotal had changed inside me. Maybe inside both of us.
Sure, we’d had sex before. Many times before. But this was something other than that. It was a claiming. Not just by him but by me too.
It was the first time we had come together knowing every single piece of each other. It was the first time I’d had full ownership over my body. Over myself.
“You sure did a good job of communicatin’ that,” Swiss replied dryly.
Despite myself, I laughed. “Okay, well, I should be mad at you,” I amended.
His arms tightened around me. “You abandoned everything you should be the moment you decided to proposition me at a club party.”