“Are you okay?”
I nod quickly with my hands on his face.
“Yeah,” I moan quietly, adjusting him against me. “It feels…” I let my head fall on the pillow and arch my back.So good I can’t even form words or think straight.
He says softly with his lips against my ear, “Let me know if it’s too much.”
“It’s all too much,” I admit, “but in a good way.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod quickly again, desperate to feel him move.
He kisses my temple. He kisses my cheek. He kisses my ear, and he leaves his mouth there, breathing me in.
He moves, and I grip onto his shoulders, trying to keep my voice down. But he feels so out of this world, I’m not sure I’m being quiet at all.
He finds a good rhythm. He’s kissing me through the moving of it — small soft kisses on my mouth, on my temple, on the side of my jaw. He’s whispering my name into my hair.
“Melly, baby.”
My chest blooms with warmth at the sound of his voice.
“You’re being too loud,” he whispers. “Everyone’s downstairs.”
I’m too far gone to care who’s downstairs. I mutter, “Then cover my mouth.”
He places his large over my mouth, and I moan louder. It’s muffled now. He thrusts faster against me. I feel like I’m putting a dent into his bed.
Then he slows down and removes his hand. “You okay?”
I gasp for air and nod. “Yes.” I let my head fall into his pillow as I inhale his scent. “I’m more than okay.”
He kisses me.
He moves slower for a second. Then faster. Then slower. He’s taking his time, and the taking-his-time is its own kind of devotion. He isn’t racing toward the end. He’s staying inside themiddle. He’s staying inside us. He’s holding me here, holding this, like he wants to live in the middle of it forever.
I move with him once my body learns how to hold this amount of pleasure. I find his rhythm, and I move with it. I put my hand on the back of his head. My other hand is flat against the small of his back, and I can feel the muscle move under my palm, the careful coiled strength of him, and it makes my breath stutter. He shivers when I hold him tighter. He kisses me harder and breathes my name.
“You feel —”
He stills completely. He drops his forehead to mine and takes a deep breath.
I breathe with him. My center is shooting off signals through my body now that he’s stopped moving. He sits in me, and I feel myself get wetter. I can feel my own pulse where we’re joined. I can feel his.
His eyes stare into mine. His hand comes up to my face. “I love this,” he says.
I pant against him.
“I could fuck you forever.”
The tangle of emotions in my chest straighten themselves out into fine straight lines.
“Blue,” I whimper.
He nods. “I could never get enough of you.”
I pull him into a hug. He hugs me back.
