Moans escape her lips as my mouth sucks on her neck, her hands pulling my hair while her legs squeeze me, pulling me closer. So close.
“I’m yours,” I whisper against her ear. “Fuck, you have to come, baby.”
Tingles shoot down my spine, and my balls tighten. Fuck, she feels so good, hot and wet, taking me in with every stroke. My fingers are coated in her juices, squeezing her ass as I slam into her. The base of my spine is surging with electricity and fuck…
“Do you need a reminder?” I groan. “You’re mine. Feel me… just feel me.” I pull back, searching her face. “Look at me!” I growl. “Open your eyes and see me! Tell me!”
“I see you!” Mikayla cries out, her voice husky and breathy.
“It’s just you and me. Home.” I’m no longer able to keep my real feelings inside. “Say it!”
“Yes!” she cries out as her pussy spasms, her legs tighten, and she gushes around me. “Home!” Her entire body stiffens in my arms, her back bowing off the wall.
“Fuck!” I grunt as I thrust into her one last time, coming so hard I have to muffle myself in her neck.
“Wow,” Mikayla breathes, her pussy still milking my dick, pulling every last drop from me.
“Don’t you know how much I love you?” I ask her, resting my forehead against her.
“You do?” she chokes out.
“So, fucking much!” I whisper against her lips.
“I love you too,” she says. Her tears brush against my cheeks, and I pull back and kiss them away. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”
“Me too,” I confess. “But I wouldn’t want to be terrified with anyone else. Just you, sweetheart, only you. I love you, I trust you, I need you. Don’t pull away from me. It kills me inside. You’re my home.” I plead with her.
Her small hands cup my face, and she nods her head. “You’re my home,” she chokes out, a small smile on her lips.
“Are you done in there! Some of us are hungry!” Jack yells, banging on the bathroom door.
“Fuck!” I groan. “Two minutes!” I call out.
“Just so you know, this bathroom isn’t soundproof,” Jack says softly.
“Oh my God!” Mikayla groans and not in pleasure. Herface turns a dark red, but I don’t let her go.
“Shh.”
“Now you shh me?! They already heard us!” she whisper-yells, trying to push me away.
“I can’t be sorry. We needed each other,” I say, letting her drop to the floor.
“You’re crazy.”
But I don’t release her. I hold her hips so she can’t walk away. “Are we okay, Mick?” I search her face for any remnants of her earlier anxiety or sadness.
“You really love me?” she asks tentatively. But she doesn’t hide from me. She looks me right in the eye.
“Yes, I really love you,” I stress.
“And you trust me.” Her tone is flat, but I know she’s asking.
“Yes, I trust you. I couldn’t love you if I didn’t,” I explain. Her eyes drop to my chest, but she doesn’t say anything. “Mick!”
Those big doe eyes draw upward and meet mine, and a small smile teases the edges of her mouth.
“I love you,” she says. “Thank you for getting me.”
