That Crazy Kind of Love

I wanted a life with her, wanted forever with her. And the way she looked at me told me maybe she wanted that too.

“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” I thrust into her, claiming every part of her the way she was claiming me. “Yeah, baby.” I reached between us and ran my finger over her clit. She came again, her pussy clenching around my cock. I felt her become even wetter from her pleasure.

I pumped inside her for the third time and found my own orgasm, my body working on automatic, my hips being thrown back and forth against her. I made her take all of my dick, felt the tip of my shaft meet the deep inside of her tight cunt. I wanted this to last, but there was no fucking way I could. There was no way I could hold off on giving myself over to this girl who’d stolen my heart.

And I filled her up, made her take every last drop of my cum, marked her from the inside out. And when I’d drained my balls deep inside her, when my body sagged and I came back to earth, all I wanted to do was be with her all over again.

For several long seconds, I did nothing but breathe heavily against her chest. When I realized my weight was probably crushing her, I rolled off her and onto my back. I turned onto my side and immediately found myself putting my hand between Harlow’s thighs and cupping her pussy. I felt my cum start to slip out of her and pushed it back in. It was a total asshole move maybe, proprietary, but I couldn’t help myself. It felt like the right thing to do in that moment.

I gave her pussy one final stroke, loving the little mewl that came from her, and pulled my hand out from between her thighs to cover us with the blanket. My bed was so fucking small for the two of us, but it was also perfect because of that. It was intimate and made us stay closer than two people ever had been, not just physically, but emotionally too.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and kept her close.

“I’m going to keep you, Harlow. I’m going to keep you as mine.” I murmured those words against the nape of her neck and heard her sigh in contentment. “I can’t let you go.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

I pulled her tighter against me.

I’d never felt like I belonged with—belonged to—someone before. But with Harlow, I felt that so deeply, so profoundly, that there was no doubt in my mind that soulmates existed.

Epilogue

Harlow

One year later

“Dammit.”

I lifted my head from the book I’d been reading and glanced at Aiden. I was sitting at the kitchen table in our tiny one-bedroom apartment we rented. He had papers strew across the tabletop, a couple books open in front of him, and he ran one of his hands over the back of his head. He looked so stressed.

I set my book down and stood, walking over to him. He immediately pushed the books and papers away and pulled me onto his lap. He leaned his big body next to mine, and I sunk against him, loving the way he felt, the way he smelled.

“Homework stressing you out?”

He exhaled and nuzzled his nose against the side of my throat. “I’m not smart enough for this, baby.”

I placed my hand on the back of his head and smoothed my fingers along the dark, soft strands. “Don’t say that,” I whispered and took his face in my hands, feeling the scruff lining his cheeks and jaw. “This stuff is hard for everyone. You’re the smartest guy I know, Aiden.”

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. “I may not believe that, but you sure know how to make me feel better. Always.”

He held me, and we just listened to the soft sound of the radio playing from the kitchen, as he’d been listening to it while we cleaned dishes after dinner.

A year later and here we were. We’d graduated, and I’d been prouder of Aiden graduating than I had been of myself. I knew he’d worked so hard, knew he’d not only done it for himself, but for his mom as well. And seeing her at the ceremony had almost brought tears to his eyes. He might never admit that, but I’d see his expression, seen the way his eyes became watery before he composed himself.

I could have said things went fast between us, our relationship going from zero to sixty in a blink of an eye. And it would be the truth. But never had I felt anything as real as when I was with Aiden. And I knew he felt the same way.

He’d just wanted his mom to see him graduate and make something of himself, and he’d made that a reality.