Suddenly, I’m empty again. I prop up on my elbows at his abrupt absence. He’s digging in the pocket of his discarded jeans. Seconds later, he returns with a foil packet wedged in his teeth and hooks my knee, pushing it to my chest. He tears the packet open and pours lube on his cock… which suddenly seems really fucking intimidating.
He must notice my apprehension because he kisses me again. And it works— I’m swept into his current, at the mercy of his will.
“If it’s too much, stop me,” he whispers.
“It won’t be.”
His breathy laugh is intoxicating. “So fucking stubborn.”
Then the blunt head of his dick glides past my rim.
Fire. My vision whites out. Impossibly full.
Then…
His hips roll.
“Oh… my…god,” I moan.
“Yeah, this might make me a believer,” he gasps, maintaining that torturously slow rhythm.
My laugh turns into a groan when he adjusts his angle, his cock swiping my prostate over… and over. “Just like that, baby.”
His forehead drops to my mouth, damp with sweat. “I think I’m dying.”
“Don’t die, I just got you back,” I murmur, kissing my way to his temple. We’re waves, rolling one into the other, the tide steadily rising higher and higher as we barrel towards the shore.
This feels different. Heavier and softer at the same time.
“Cade.”
Three words.
“Baby…”
Eight letters.
“I–”
Love you.
A supernova— a million tiny deaths.
My ears ring.
I'm coming and I can't stop.
Cade collapses onto me, neither of us able to move for a while.
Fingertips lazily swirl through the dusting of hair on my chest.
“Seba?”
“Hmm?”
“Does this mean we’re…” he trails off, biting his lip. I drag my finger up his smooth back. One mismatched eye peeks at me. “Like are you and me…”
“Together?”
