On my…
I blink at him.
Ok, maybe I’m not ready to tryanything.
He’s watching me carefully, chest heaving with each breath. I swallow hard. I need to see that it’shimI’m giving myself to or the nightmares will take over. Fear battles the demands of my desperate body. Fingertips comb the hair off my forehead.If it’s too much, tell me to stop. I can say no. He’ll listen. Because he…
“Tell me again,” I whisper.
Adoring hazel eyes shine down on me.
Then we’re nose to nose.
“It’s always been you.” A featherlight kiss and a hitch in his breath. “I love you, Win.”
It’s like an injection of light directly into my veins, chasing away the darkness.
“Us,” I murmur against his lips. “It’s always beenus.”
His smile mirrors mine right before he kisses me hard, tasting like honey and sunshine andmine.
He drags his mouth to my ear, licking through the row of piercings. “Trust me, love. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
The gnawing ache to come resurfaces with a vengeance and I embrace it. Let it consume me. Impatiently, I rut into the space between us, my cock screaming for friction.
“Is that a yes?” he purrs. I groan, writhing beneath him. A nip on my throat. “Does my boy wanna come?”
His. Fucking. Mouth.
“So bad,” I whimper.
He growls. “Fuck, I love how needy you are for me.” He lifts to ease me onto my stomach.Focus on his smell. His familiar touch. His voice. This is Remy— your sunshine. You’re safe.
A kiss between my shoulder blades. Strong hands tilt my hips, thumbs rubbing soothingly as he settles over me. Another kiss on the back of my neck. I turn my face. He nuzzles the corner of my jaw, then presses his cheek against mine.
“You ok, love?”
Tension dissipates.
The shaking stops.
I’m ok. I’m more than ok.
“Please get back inside me before I lose my fucking mind.”
A surprised laugh. I grin. He playfully bites my cheekbone as his hand sneaks between our bodies to line us up. The hot head of his cock rubs tauntingly over my eager hole.
Arching, I whine, “Remy.”
His name morphs into a helpless moan as he plunges in to the base. At this angle, his cockhead directly pounds that hidden spotinside me, igniting a host of fireworks. Clutching the sheets, I rock back into his deep thrusts. The pleasure is almost painful it’s so relentless. My moans border on sobs, a mixture of his name and, “harder,” and, “I love you,” blending into an endless string.
“Fuck, Win, I’m close.”
His hand covers mine, our fingers threading. I’m humping into the bed, climbing and climbing and climbing.
“I’m— right—”
A nuclear bomb goes off.
