His tongue dove into my mouth and met mine with enthusiasm, swirling together in a heated embrace. I could kiss him a million times and never get tired of it. Every touch was just as good as the first one. His hands made my curves feel more feminine. His kiss made me feel more beautiful. And his heart made me feel safer than anywhere else in the world.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him in the eye, seeing his intensity match mine. I’d never had this kind of passion with another man. I’d never shown it or been the recipient either. It was the kind that made my toes curl and my moans turn to pants. “Crewe…I love you.”
His pace slowed instantly, his strokes becoming longer and more spaced out, but he never stopped. He held my gaze with a hard expression, his emotions tucked away on purpose so I couldn’t see them.
I wasn’t thinking when I blurted those words out. I knew I needed to get him wrapped around my finger if I ever had any hope of leaving this place. Maybe my subconscious was doing the fighting for me, making sure I got out of there as quickly as possible.
If he didn’t say it back, it was just going to halt all the progress I’d made. It would make things awkward between us, ruining the beautiful companionship we’d grown from nothing. My hands dragged down his shoulders, and I rocked my hips to take his length again. I kept my eyes glued to his, hoping I would get something out of him. If I didn’t, at least I didn’t want to chase him away.
But the damage was done.
To mask the tension, I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him again, my lower body working to take his length with the same excitement he showed earlier. I was still about to come, and once we got back up to speed, I would have my explosion.
Crewe thrust his hips hard again, fucking me with the intensity as he did before. His lips moved against mine until he lost his concentration, feeling so many things at once. I couldn’t kiss him anymore either because all I could do was breathe. I knew the combustion was coming, the sizzling heat that was going to ignite me in an inferno so hot that I would melt to the touch.
After a few more thrusts of his cock, I felt the explosion begin at my core and reach everywhere else. The sensation burned from my fingertips to my toes, making me pant and moan incoherently. The pleasure was so profound I couldn’t make out a single word other than a scream. My arms locked around his body as I rode the high as long as possible. The tenderness started between my legs and moved all the way up to my belly. All I felt was pure pleasure, even when the orgasm passed. I existed in a pleasure coma, existing only to feel.
Crewe’s eyes remained on me the entire time, watching my over-the-top performance. He moved his mouth to mine and kissed me again. “I love you, Lovely.” He spoke against my lips, his eyes heavy-lidded but open. He brushed his nose against mine before he kissed me again, his cock continuing to pierce me with impressive thrusts.
I felt something I couldn’t describe, and I couldn’t describe it because I’d never felt it before. It was a form of joy, higher than unbridled happiness that made me feel a spectrum of colors in my chest. My hands tightened their grip, and I felt my pussy clench around his cock for an entirely different reason. Waves of heat pierced my body everywhere, lifting me to a new state of being.
I looked into his eyes and pressed my hands against his chest. I could feel every time he breathed, every time his muscles flexed as he moved. I moved my right hand over his heart, feeling his pulse work at full speed to please me.
Crewe pressed his forehead to mine and gave his final pumps. His breathing deepened as he reached the end of his restraint. He released a quiet grunt before he shoved himself completely inside me, giving me all of his come.
I grabbed his ass and tugged him harder even though there was no room left. I just wanted every drop of his seed, every ounce of his arousal.
His eyes darkened at my actions, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, moaning as he felt me.
My tongue entered his mouth, and I continued to pull him hard into me, not wanting his cock to go anywhere even though it was softening. I wanted him to stay buried inside me until he was hard and ready to go again. “Give me more.”