“Yes, oh god, you’re so deep. You feel so good. So big, Easton.”
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock, fucking take my cock, Luna,” I gritted, tossing my head back and straining my neck when she rocked faster. “Fuck! Fuck, yes. You know how to ride my cock perfectly. Just like that.” I didn’t have to tell her anything. She knew what I wanted. We knew what each other wanted without saying a word. We were harmonized to give each other the best pleasure; it was programmed into our very souls.
“Oh god, Easton,” she moaned as she bounced up and down, scratching my chest, and marking me. She was so wet; my cock plummeted in and out of her so fast, I could hardly string a coherent thought together. “I’m going to come,” she gasped. “You’re going to make me come.” Luna’s body trembled, and her hips stuttered as an orgasm rushed over her body, shaking her uncontrollably. “Easton! Oh, Easton,” she called out for me, and hearing my name again as she came had me flipping her over and driving in deep, prolonging the spasms of her orgasm.
Planting myself as far as I could go, hot jets of my come bathed her walls, and with every rope that left me, I tried to thrust in deeper, trying to get my seed as far into her as possible. “Luna,” I whispered and languidly rocked, slowly, not meaning to bring pleasure, but just to feel one another. I lowered myself and kissed her sweetly, swallowing her broken breaths as she tried to calm her racing heart.
There was just no use. I was forever a changed man. My heart would constantly race because Luna was the best sex of my life, just like I knew she’d be.
“I love you,” I told her again, silencing her words and mind with another kiss. I didn’t want her to say it back because I knew she didn’t mean it yet. I knew she loved me, but in order for her to say it, she had to trust me. “I fucking love you so much.” I held her close and held my cock inside her while I situated us on our sides.
Her hand laid over mine while I held her hip to keep her close. It was the best feeling in my life.
“What’s this mean, Easton?” she asked while I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled. She smelled of strawberry shampoo, and it lulled me even more into a peaceful state. I was almost hypnotized by how good I felt.
“It means we’re together, Luna. This is how it’s supposed to be.” I placed a kiss on her bare shoulder and dropped my chin into the crook of her neck. “We were always meant to be.”
“I know,” she said, agreeing with my statement. “I just feel like it’s happening so fast.”
“What do you mean?” I chuckled. “This has been in the making since we were four. If anything, it’s the slowest love story of all time.”
Luna snickered and wiggled her ass against me as she pressed closer. “I guess you’re right. I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“Are you happy?” I mumbled against her shoulder, afraid of what she would say.
“I didn’t think I could ever be happy with you, Easton, but I am right now. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.”
“Me too, Moon.”
I rolled to my back when my arm started to hurt too much, and she came with me, laying her head on my chest, and I wrapped my burnt arms around her side. It was bandaged and it hurt, but I didn’t want to take too many of those pain pills they gave me.
The different position had my cock sliding out of her warmth, and I immediately missed it. I was semi-hard, and I knew I could go another round, but I wanted her to rest. Even though I was bone tired, I was wide awake. Probably because it was barely six in the evening. We had had sex for a few hours, and I was barely sated. I wanted her again.
And again.
Until she passed out from so much pleasure.
“Easton?”
I ran my fingers lazily down her side. “Yeah, baby?”
“You ever going to tell me why you have no furniture? Your bed is on the floor.” I heard the humor in her voice.
“Are you making fun of me?” I started to tickle her side, right where her ribcage ended and attacked.
“Ah! Easton,” she giggled, doing her best to get away from me, but even with one arm out of commission and the other at fifty percent, I still had her pinned. “Easton! Stop, stop!” her loud squeals of laughter reminded me of when we were kids.
I slowed my fingers, and she relaxed, her stomach rising and falling from how hard she breathed in and out. “I love it when you smile,” I said, watching her cheeks blush as she looked away from the compliment.
When her eyes landed on me in the next instance, she leaned in and kissed the dimple on my chin. “I love that dimple, and I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”
“You can do it forever now,” I said. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to my chest until her nipples scraped against my own. It was a little uncomfortable because of the cast, but I’d live.
Even if every bone in my body was broken, it wouldn’t be enough to deter her away.
Not when I finally had her right where I wanted her.
It was peace.