“…gonna…”
“Yes, Adam, yes…”
“…fucking…”
“Inside. Stay inside me.”
His eyes fly open. He looks at me. He looks at me with those wild blue eyes, says, “Mine,” and he comes.
Hot, deep, in pulses I can feel, his whole body locking against mine, his strong arms tightening around me, his cock throbbingagainst the spot the piercing has been working all this time, and my body goes off again, a second orgasm rolling through me on the back of his, my pussy clenching down around him to milk every drop, my arms wrapped around his neck, my face pressed into his corded throat, tongue on his skin, warm with sweat, smelling like mine, mine, mine.
He shudders and holds me. He’s breathing like he’s run a mile and so am I, and his hand at the back of my head is cradling me to his throat like I’m the most precious thing, and I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my mouth, his cock still inside me twitching with the aftershocks, and the warm wet of him staying, deep into the place that has never held a thing in ten years of trying, and I don’t know if I’m crying or laughing or praying or all three at once.
Adam mouths against my hair, “Mine. Mine, mine, mine.”
I nod against his throat. I’m not capable of words.
He doesn’t move. Just holds me there, cock still inside me, huge hands on my back, his beard against my temple, and we breathe together for a long minute.
I let out a noise that’s almost a laugh.
Adam pulls his head back just enough to look at me. His face is wrecked, his hair wild, his blown pupils are slowly coming back to normal. And he’s smiling. Big, broad, beautiful.
“You all right, love?”
I nod. He kisses my forehead, my temple, the tear track on my cheek. Then drags his thumb along my bottom lip and looks at me like… like…
“I love ye, lass.” It falls out of his mouth soft, deep, natural.
I go still.
Then his mouth twitches again, and he repeats, “I do. I love ye, Lisa Venn.”
I cannot do this. I cannot have this conversation with this man with his cock still inside me and his cum still inside my body. I make a small, teary sound and shake my head because I can’t find an answer, and Adam laughs against my temple, low and warm.
He picks me up off the counter with his cock still inside me, still semi-hard, and he carries me out of the kitchen.
“Adam…Adam…”
“Mm?”
“Where?”
“Bed, love.”
“Adam, we have to…”
“Aye. Later.”
“Adam, you said…”
“Everything else can fucking wait.”
I press my face into his neck because if I look at him, I’m going to break in a way I won’t come back from.
“Marry me, Lisa.”
Oh.
