His voice is playful, teasing, but I love that he's referencing something that belongs only to us. Our thing. Something no one else would understand. And that's when it hits me—we've started building a life together. One with inside jokes and easy teasing, one where he takes genuine interest in the things I love without a trace of making me feel ashamed for it.
“Yes, please,” I whimper, bracing my forearms on the closet ledge, my body arching instinctively as his hands find my hips, grounding me.
I hear the tear of the condom behind me, and then I feel the warm tip of him at my opening.
“Hold on.” He pushes inside me, stretching me inch by inch. Feeding me slowly so that I can adjust.
The burn is so good. He’s so thick, so wide, and when he lifts my hips just a little, adjusting the angle, I swear I see stars. He rocks his hips back slightly, then pushes forward again, deeper this time, hitting a spot that has me whimpering.
“Can you take anymore?” he asks, his voice strained, barely holding on.
“Give it to me,” I breathe, my fingers gripping the ledge tighter as I adjust to his size.
He presses forward and lets out a groan that tells me he’s all the way in.
“You take me so well,” he groans, his fingers tangling in my hair, giving him a little more leverage as he tugs gently.
“Faster,” I beg him.
Seth picks up the pace, sliding in and out of me, fucking me deeply. His movements are erratic, desperate, and it’s everything we both needed tonight. We’re chasing our highs, lost in the intensity of it, and when his fingers find my clit, rubbing roughly, I come again this time without warning.
My pussy clenches around him, squeezing his cock so tightly I hear him grunt behind me, his rhythm stuttering.
“Fuck,” he growls, his grip on my hair tightening as he thrusts one final time, planting himself deep inside me as he stills. Hiscock stiffens, his release spilling into the condom as he groans my name.
“Bri… fuck… you’re going to ruin me.”
I collapse forward onto the ledge, my body spent, my breathing ragged.
It feels like minutes pass as we both come down, struggling to catch our breath with him still inside me. When he finally pulls out, his hands are gentle as he helps me stand.
“You’re tired. Come here.”
His strong arms lift me, cradling me against his chest as he carries me naked to his bed. He doesn’t care that I’m sweaty, that he just ate me out like a man possessed, he just tucks me in and makes sure I’m comfortable.
“I’ll be right back.” He drops a kiss to my lips before slipping down the hallway. When he returns the condom’s gone and he has two fresh slices of angel food cake in his hands.
“You didn’t.”
Hewiggles his brows andgrins. It’s that same playfulside of him Icaught the firstnight we met, theone that startedall of this and made me fall for him. Heclimbs into bed beside me,spooning me, and restshis plate on myhip.
“Perfect timing,” I whisper as we turn our attention to the TV.
The Wellingtons are still on. And of course, we tune in right when they’re ending their intense episode full of dust broom fucking and a questionable incident with a cigar and the Mr. Wellingtons ass. And what they’re having now is plain, old, missionary sex.
It’s always been my favorite part of the episode, but sitting here now, cuddled against Seth’s chest, eating angel food cake andlistening to them take things slower and gentler while he talks her through it. I can see this is not a performance for them. And there’s no performing when I’m with Seth.
Whether it’s spending time with Sawyer, or getting fucked in a closet, everything that I’m feeling is real and something is shifting deep inside me the more time that I spend with him. This feels a lot like the kind of love I’ve always dreamed of. The kind where a man takes care of you—not just in the bedroom, but out of it too. Where he pays attention to what you need and enjoy and gives it to you without question. Not just gives it to me but takes enjoyment in it too.
It’s something that I’ve never had before. Something that I’ve always known was possible but wasn’t sure I’d be lucky enough to have.
Seth takes a big bite of his slice and then licks the side of my face.
“Seth?”
“Your pussy,” he says playfully. “It’s like this cake’s sponge.”
I let out a laugh. “What?”
