He stops moving completely, his arm dropping from the air and he tilts his head. “Are you sure?”
“Unless you want to, I mean, what fucking else could it do?”
He nods his head before leaning into me, hesitating as he bites his lip.
“I mean, if you’re concerned about anything that I may have—”
His laughter cuts me off. “It’s not that.” He shakes his head, embarrassed. “It’s just, I probably won’t last very long.”
“You’ve never?” I can’t help but ask.
“Never.” He laughs, shaking his head.
“I never thought I had.” I look down. “And honestly…” I trail, trying not to laugh.
“What?”
“I guess a dumb part of me, buried deep down kind of thought…” I trail again because I can’t force myself to say it.
I see the recognition in his eyes as I say it. He knows, he knows what I’m trying to say is that I always assumed he would be the only one that I would with.
He moves off of me before he rolls over, sitting up against the headboard.
“What?”
“Shhh…” He shakes his head, holding his hand out for me.
I take it as I move up, straddling his lap, and exhale as I lower myself onto him.
“Goddamn.” He whispers as he moves my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t look away.” It comes out as a plea to me and there’s no way I could deny him what he wants right now, not when he’s being like this with me, so gentle, so caring, so not how he was trying to be the last time when I walked out of his office.
His eyes hold my gaze. I can’t look away as I take in all the emotion he’s giving me, even with his hands coming down, resting on my hips and guiding me along his cock. He doesn’t need to say a word. I can read it through them. I can see how much he regrets that he never gave in just a little. How much he wishes he wouldn’t have pushed me away last time, maybe every time.
I’m sorry. He mouths the words to me while his hands tighten, as if he was trying to hold on to me tight enough so there’s no way I could slip through his fingers. I raise myself up off of him.
I shake my head before I close my eyes tightly, but let myself feel it as I slide back down him. Feeling his hand on my cheek, opening my eyes, and he shakes his head. “Don’t.” His thumb brushing against my skin, wiping away the tears that I am crying.
I wish I could, but as I look at him, seeing the water lingering in his own eyes, it makes them fall quicker.
“You don’t either.”
A watch a slow smirk spread on his lips as he nods his head.
“Then what is it you want me to do?” He asks.
“Give me something worth holding on to. Even if it has to live in my mind, I never want to forget it.”
A low chuckle comes out of him as he nods his head. Dropping his hand, he grips onto my hips and forces me onto his cock, causing a groan to fall from me.
“Goddamn, that’s the sweetest fucking sound.” His voice rumbles into me, before he grips around my neck, pulling me towards him, and slamming his mouth to mine.
My body jerks as I feel his hand slip from my hip and his thumb pressing circles around my clit. I moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue inside of, silencing me.
But we don’t need to speak. I keep riding him as he continues to claim me, and bringing me closer to my release with each movement of his fingers.
Releasing my lips, he pulls away only enough to lock eyes with me again, still gripping onto the back of my neck so I can’t move away, I can’t look away, not that I want to. I rise and lower myself again, feeling the moment. We remain in the moment, just continuing to look at one another. The emotion keeps trying to bubble up in me again as his eyes keep consuming me and filling me with all the feelings that he has inside.
I only wish that they would have come out sooner.
