“Uh huh,” I responded distantly, understanding the words, but unable to form a sentence myself.
Henley braced himself over me, and nudged my cheek with his face.
“Can I? Can I slide deep inside you, and see if I can get another scream from you? I need more than a dazed mumble, sweetheart.”
He leaned over me, his eyes on mine. “You want me inside you, sweetheart? Want me to make you mine?”
I shivered, but it was like an aftershock rather than anything else.
“God yes. Please.”
I helped him out of the jeans and dark underpants, and suddenly there it was. Henley’s dick. Henley, aka Nate, the best person I’d known in my life. The one person I never thought I’d get to be with.
“Please. I want you inside me.”
He grinned, grabbing a condom, and tearing it open, sliding it over his length as I felt my body practically tingling at the thought of him being inside me. Maybe the tingles were left over from that orgasm, who knows. What I did know was that he wasn’t inside me yet. I reached for him, and he took a deep breath, moving over me.
“Jesus. Is this really happening?”
I covered his mouth with my hand. “It will if you get on with it, Henley. NO overthinking, no stressing about what a big deal it is. It’s only a big deal if it actually happens.”
He was laughing as he moved my hand, threading our fingers together as he used his other hand to guide himself into me, just the head of his cock breaching me as he paused again.
“I’m about to fuck you at last. My god.”
“Henley,” I warned, and he grinned, easing himself deep inside me in one smooth thrust that pushed the air from our lungs as we pressed tight together.
“See how well we fit?”
“Show me.”
He stroked my cheek. “Mine, Glory. All mine.” His lips pressed against mine as he began to move, and the parts of me that should have panicked at the thought of another man claiming ownership of me disappeared off on a long term holiday, because it was him, and I should always have been his.
Chapter Twenty-Five
If I’d ever doubtedshe was meant for me, those doubts disappeared so fucking fast as we moved together, and I made her mine, claiming every inch of her inside and out. We’d been made for each other, and finally we were together. Finally we could be us, and nobody else was in our way.
“My god, why does this feel so good,” Glory gasped, which just made me feel like even more of a king as I drove into her harder and faster. Sure, I was chasing my release, but I was pushing her to hers too. I wanted her contorting beneath me, as pleasure ripped through her, and she lost all control of herself.
“Mine,” I whispered, lowering my face into her neck as I pinned her hands, and powered into her, letting her feel all of me, as all of her became my home. I wished we’d never lost those years, but now nothing would keep us apart. I felt my unrequited feelings turning even deeper into obsession now that I knew how it felt to be inside her, to be so intimately connected that we were no longer two people, but one soul at last.
“I’m… oh… oh god…”
Her words disappeared into ragged gasps and fingernails clawing the backs of my hands, as her hips lifted against mine, and pleasure turned her completely incoherent. She’d never looked more beautiful than she did in this moment, freed from everything that burdened her, feeling only the best things that life could offer. Love, pleasure, safety, intimacy. Most importantly, love. That was the key. I fucking loved her, and now she knew.
Her pleasure pulled me into my own, and I started to grind my hips against hers as I spilled into the condom separating us from each other, the single barrier still remaining, and I felt her shudder beneath me, as my movements prolonged her release.
“Fuck me,” I groaned, resting my face in her neck again, kissing her heated skin softly. She was mine at last, with me completely, body and soul. Never to be apart from me again. I blinked. Why was I thinking such weird obsessive stuff when I was with her? We’d literally have to part now and then, right?
I rolled over, pulling her with me, wanting to keep that connection for as long as it was feasible, but she giggled, rubbing her face against my chest.
“Is it getting weird again yet?”
I wondered how she could even ask that question. It was never weird for me. It was always the way it was supposed to be, but was she feeling weird now? My heart seemed to thud heavier and harder as I hesitated.
“Is it weird for you?”
Glory lifted her head, resting her chin on my chest, her eyes practically sparkling at me.
