I love you. I love you. I love you.
I mouth the words against his skin, feeling the pulse in his neck against my lips. I’m so in love with him, I don’t know what to do. I try to swallow around the lump in my throat, but I can’t. It’s too much.
My eyes sting, so I bury my face in his neck, and squeeze them tight.
“Seth?” he whispers after a while, stroking his fingertips over my back. “Are you sleeping?”
I shake my head, my lips grazing his skin, and clear my throat.
“You want me to get up?”
“No.” He splays a hand on my back, holding me down, and continues stroking his hand all over my back, up to my neck and down again. It’s featherlight but I feel like he’s touching my insides.
He’s everywhere. Engraved in me.
Loving him is damn near killing me.
I clear my throat again, wiping my eyes on the pillow under his head. “So, how was it?”
“I can’t explain it.” He snickers. “I felt it everywhere.”
I snort, trying to shake off all the emotional damage this has caused me.
“Now you know why I’m such a bottom slut.”
He huffs a laugh. “Yeah. I thought I was gonna come before you started jerking me.”
I pull my head back, looking at him. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, fuuuck,” I groan, dropping my head against his neck. “That’d have killed me. Why didn’t you say anything?”
He laughs again. “You think I could string words together?”
I snort and kiss his temple. I want to take care of him. I want to bring a cloth and wipe him down in the bed, treat him like the fucking royalty that he is, but I barely pull out before he stands and pulls me into the bathroom.
The shower here is so small, it’s a miracle we both fit. I go to stand behind him, resting my forehead against his shoulder, letting the water pour over us as I run my hands over his chest.
“How’re you feeling?” I ask.
“Good.” He nods.
“Yeah? Did you like it?”
He nods again, running his hands over my arms.
“Have you ever come like that?” he asks then. “Like, hands-free?”
“Uh,” I clear my throat. “Yeah, but not during sex.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve only done it with toys.”
“Like a dildo?”
“More like a plug. That vibrates.”
