Like he’s equally affected by this.
He pushes deeper, inch by inch. His chest brushing mine with every shallow thrust, “Jesus,” he rasps. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Never—” he cuts himself off with a ragged breath. “Never felt anything like this.”
My head tips back against the pillow on a cry, no room left in my body for shame, consumed by him.
Every inch of his heated skin against mine, my nails scratching down his back. His cock presses into me, carving its place inside my body. It’s so much, so big, but I want more.
I want it all.
When he bottoms out, he freezes. “Gimme a second,” he rasps, “’bout to—fuck.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but seeing this man, who is supposed to be a pro at this, struggling not to come from being inside of me, I can’t help myself.
I clench around him, making him groan.
“You little—” he growls, voice strained, teeth gritting, but I see him shudder, and I feel his hands digging into my hips.
But that gets him going.
He begins to thrust, slow, but more than before, pressing into me in just the right way to hit the spot that makes me moan every single time, helpless to stop.
Every movement, every gasp, every slick sound of us pressing together just has me wanting more. He never stops being careful not to hurt me, but he fucks me until I’m lost in him, trembling, gasping, holding onto him wherever I can reach.
One of his hands slips beneath my thigh, pushing my leg up, opening me up even more, The new angle has heat coiling in my stomach immediately, every thrust taking me higher and higher.
Until it snaps.
My body goes taut around him, warmth spreading in unstoppable waves as my nails dig into his arms, and a sound louder than I’ve ever made escapes me. I’m trembling, utterly lost in a way I’ve never felt before.
Above me, Nate’s groans vibrate through my skin as he fucks me harder than before, less controlled. I wrap my arms around him, along for the ride, holding on tight as he chases his own release. And then his body stills as he fills me with his come.
He shudders, sweat-slick and hot, and I cling to him, every inch of us aligned.
“Fuck, Iris…” he rasps, collapsing to the side so he doesn’t crush me. I curl against him immediately, and his arm wraps around me, holding me close as he kisses the top of my head.
“You okay, Darlin’?”
“I—I think so,” I whisper, still trembling from the intensity of my first orgasm in a long time.
Andbeing fucked.
“You sure?” he asks, running a warm hand along my bare back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Might have gotten a little carried away there at the end.”
“Of course not, Nate,” I say, hugging him tighter. “I know you would never hurt me.”
He smiles against my hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I breathe out, my heart pounding from more than just the physical intensity. He leans back so he can look at me, and I meet his eyes reluctantly.
“I meant what I said, Iris. You’re perfect to me.”
I cup his cheek, brushing a thumb across his jaw. “You’re pretty perfect too, you know.”
He chuckles, leaning down for a much-needed kiss to my lips. “I’m never letting you go,” he says between kisses. “Ever. You hear me?”
“I hear you,” I murmur, sinking back into the comfort of his arms.
And wrapped up in his solid strength, with his steady heartbeat in my ear, I let myself believe, for the first time, that this is forever.
