He doesn't stop. He worships me with his mouth and his tongue, his fingers sliding inside me and curling just right. I'm trembling, gasping, on the edge, and then he presses harder, sucks harder.
"I love you," he says against me.
"I love you too, baby," I say more breathless this time, fisting his hair.
He doesn't stop, and I don't know if it's his talent or if it's our pure, honest declarations for each other, but I shatter faster than I ever have before.
I come with a scream, my body convulsing, my fingers gripping his hair so hard it must hurt, but he doesn't pull away. He works me through it, drawing out every last shudder, every last whimper, until I collapse back onto the bed, panting.
He wastes no time and crawls up my body, his lips trailing kisses over my stomach, between my breasts, up my throat. When he reaches my mouth, he kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on his tongue.
"I need you," I say against his lips.
"You have me. You'll always have me."
He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
I moan loudly, my back arching, and he pushes in slowly, filling me inch by inch. I gasp at the stretch, the fullness, the way he fits inside me now like I was made for him.
"Fuck, Keira," he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're my haven."
He pulls back and thrusts in again, deeper this time, and I moan, gripping his arms. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, making me feel each thrust so we both can savor every second.
"Faster," I whisper, my body wanting him too much.
He shakes his head. "No. Not this time."
He leans down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that's all heat and tenderness.
"I want to feel what it's like to make love," he says, "to worship the woman who holds my world in her hands."
I'm so overwhelmed with emotion, tears sting my eyes. "Make love to me, baby."
He picks up the pace a little, his thrusts growing deeper, harder, and I arch more into him, my body chasing the pleasure building inside me. He shifts, changing the angle, and hits a spot that makes me see stars.
"There," I gasp. "Right there. Don't stop."
He drives into me again and again, his breath hot against my neck, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Don't hold back, come with me," I say, clenching around his shaft.
"Keira," he groans.
"That's it. Come inside me," I say. "I want to feel you."
My orgasm builds different. It's as if we're floating off the bed, hovering, locked as one. We don't start, and we don't end, we just exist.
My toes go numb, tingling follows up my legs, my arms, and my hands. My stomach flexes, every muscle locking up.
My head falls back, and my eyes roll. The intense erotic pleasure is almost unbearable.
I feel his cock swell and twitch.
He buries his face in my neck, his hips snapping forward one last time, and he comes, his whole body going rigid. I feel the warmth of him filling me, and it pushes me over the edge again. I come with a cry, my body clenching around him, milking him, and he groans, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight.
We stay like that for a while, tangled together, our breathing slowly evening out. He presses kisses to my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, and I turn my head, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss.
"I'm never letting you go," he says against my lips.
