“Keep making those noises, and I’m—fuck, are you—”
His hands find my waist, his hips surging up as I fall apart. “Really? That was fast. My turn.”
I cry out in glee as he lifts me and holds me in the air. God, I love how damn big and strong he is.
“Legs over my elbows, Hayden. Fucking hurry.”
My body tingles with need despite having just come as I move my legs where he demands them.
“Hold on, baby. Tell me if it gets to be too much.”
His mouth finds mine as he saws into me like a maniac.
Our foreheads are together, both pairs of eyes focused on where we’re joined, and despite having come together like this more times than I can count the last couple of days, the sight still thrills me, and I’m already planning for the next time.
“Can you come again?” he pants. I nod my head, my body ready to give him exactly what he’s demanding of it. “Now, Hayden. Fuck, baby. Do it now.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders, but I don’t worry about hurting him. Last time I left marks on him, he seemed thrilled.
“Fuck,” he moans, his cock kicking inside of me which sets off my own orgasm. “I’ll never get enough. Fucking never.”
His mouth finds mine, and the conversation I wanted to have with him is forgotten momentarily as he turns, collapsing on the couch with him still inside of me.
“I want you to move in here with me,” he says, and I don’t pull my face from his neck as his fingers trace hearts down my spine.
“Really?” The question is muffled, but I feel him nod.
“I know it’s soon, but—”
I jerk my head back so I can look into his pretty blue eyes, my fingers tangling in his glorious beard. “That’s what I was going to talk to you about.”
“Yeah? You want to?”
“I want to spend every second with you. Does that make me crazy?”
“If it does, then I should already be institutionalized.”
I press my mouth to his, and things begin to turn heated once again. We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other, and that makes me a little nervous about the other part of the conversation I have to have with him.
I pull back, leaning in briefly to swipe my tongue over his kiss-swollen lips. He groans, his arms tightening around me.
“I have to go back to work.”
He frowns. “No, you don’t.”
“I got an email this morning. They need me to go back.”
“I mean you don’t have to work at all.”
I roll my eyes, trying to climb off his lap. He keeps his hold on me, but I don’t feel trapped. I know if I press the issue that he’ll release me. Truthfully, I like being in his arms, even when I know there’s the potential to say something completely ignorant.
“Independent, remember?”
“And I was thinking you’d want to just stay naked in my bed at all times.”
I pinch his arm, but it doesn’t faze him. “I want to work.”
“You hate your job.”
“I can’t just lie around waiting for you to fuck me.”
“Make love,” he growls, and I smile.
It’s the closest he’s come to admitting that level of care for me.
“And you’re more than welcome to wait naked on the couch. I’d never restrict you to the bed. I wouldn’t mind you in the shower a couple nights a week. There’s also potential with the bar in the kitchen. I think it’s the perfect height for me to suck on that perfect little clit of yours.” His hips roll beneath me, and I groan at how ready he is for me again.
“Again?” I pant.
“If you’re planning on leaving me, I need to stock up.”
He rolls us over, spreading my legs wide.
“I’m going to work, not leaving you.”
I watch, eager and ready as he pulls off the used condom, tossing it to the floor before sliding another one down his length.
“Promise me you’ll look for another job,” he whispers as he lines himself up right where I need him.
“I promise. Slow, I’m tender.”
His hips roll, the motion pushing his cock in the slightest bit before sliding back out. He teases me with the head, and I know it’s enough to get me there, but my body demands the stretch of all of him.
“I never knew it could be like this. Fuck, Hayden. Tell me it’s the same for you.”
“It’s perfect.”
When our lips meet this time, he slows, his arms looping under my shoulders so his fingers can tangle in my hair. I wasn’t lying. He’s absolute perfection. The way he holds me. The way he makes love to me. The way his arms reach for me at night if I roll over in my sleep.
But tomorrow, we have to let the real world back in. He’d talked about me letting him into my bubble, and I quickly did that, but I can’t help but wonder what we’ll be like when we let the rest of the world in as well.