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"Niro..." I started, not sure what to say, but needing to share the moment, to understand it, to see if he was feeling it too.
"I know," he said, giving me a tight nod. "I know," he added again, pulling me forward, arm anchoring around me as he started to thrust upward.
Slow.
Explorative.
But then harder, faster, as we both started to get driven up.
My hands curled into his shoulders as his fingers sank into my backside, using it to slam me up and down on his length, forcing me to take every last inch of him as he continued to thrust.
"Lean back," Niro demanded softly, hands slipping from my butt, one sinking into my hip to steady me as I did as he commanded, the other slipping between my thighs, working my clit, even as the new position engaged another hidden spot inside.
Within seconds, I felt myself at that edge again.
"There," he mumbled under his breath, a small, satisfied smile pulling at his lips as my walls tightened around him. "Come," he demanded as his thumb pressed against my clit.
And just like that, I did.
Niro's arms grabbed for me as the waves crashed, making me lose my balance, starting to fall backward. Burying my face in his neck, I cried out the orgasm against his skin as his arms held me tight.
I barely had a chance to draw in a deep breath before Niro was suddenly shifting, pushing me onto my back once again on the couch, his hands grabbing my legs, hauling them up on his shoulders.
This time, when he started thrusting, there was no gentleness, no self-restraint. He was working through years of frustration, of wanting but not believing he could ever have, that he would ever be worthy. His disbelief, his relief, it was the most engrossed I'd ever seen him, the most passionate I'd ever known a man to be.
His hand slid between my thighs once more, driving me back up.
"Niro," I called, reaching for him, pulling my legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his back as my hands reached for his shoulders, urging him downward, having a strange impulse to feel the weight of him pressed to me.
A low, rumbling moved through him as I pulled him down to me, wrapped him up with arms and legs.
The desperation seemed to fall away once again as his lips claimed mine. Our bodies moved together, my hips rising to meet each of his thrusts.
His lips ripped from mine.
"Look at me," he commanded, voice breathless.
My eyelids fluttered open to find him pressed back just far enough to watch my face as he drove me back to that edge and let me crash right over, crying out his name as I did, then following with me, his forehead pressing to mine as his body stiffened and jolted, as his voice hissed out my name like an oath, like a prayer answered.
My heart swelled in my chest as his weight pressed down on me, his ragged breathing in my ear, his heartbeat against my breast.
"You gotta let me up, baby," he said, a small laugh in his voice when, for the fourth time, he tried to pull against my all-limb embrace.
"Nope," I decided, squeezing him tighter.
To that, I got another chuckle, one that vibrated through him and into me before he leaned down and sank his teeth into my shoulder. The jolt of pain surprised me enough to release him, and he pulled back to sit on his heels before I could reach for him again. "Give me a minute," he demanded, climbing off the couch, heading toward the bathroom as I tried to talk my legs and arms and core into working together to get myself into a seated position.
They did not cooperate.
When Niro walked back out a moment later, still gloriously naked, head cocked to the side a bit, eyes warmer than I had seen them in years, I managed a shrug.
"I've misplaced my bones and muscles," I informed him, getting rewarded with a laugh as he dropped down at my feet, reaching for me, drawing me up to tuck me at his side, legs draped over his waist, head nestled under his chin.
"You know how we used to spend every Wednesday watching re-runs and eating tacos?" I asked after a long moment of enjoying the feel of his greedy hands gliding over my skin.
"Yeah."
"We totally should have been doing this instead," I decided, angling my head up at him to watch the smile spread.
"What? And lose out on the years of misery and separation?" he asked, poking fun at himself. "Where's the fun in that?" he added, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"What?" I asked when he winced.
"I, ah, I don't remember doing this," he admitted, running his finger over my neck.
"Oh, my God. Did you give me a hickey?" I asked, feeling my eyes go wide. "Like we're teenagers?" I added, thinking of literally everyone in my life who would see it and ask questions.
