Page 121 of Downforce

We both moan into one another’s mouths, spilling our thankfulness for this moment into each other. A spike of pain arcs its way through me. Annalise has dug her fingernails into my back muscles with the same fervor that I rut into her perfect, perfect body. Every time I surge forward her hips are there, rising to meet me.

Our lovemaking turns from slow and adoring to wild, verging on the edge of wicked in minutes. Pillows become dislodged and fall from the bed, the sheets ruffle and somehow get pushed completely off of one side, and I don’t know which of us initiates it but I end up on my back with Annalise hovering above me, her hips beating out a perfect rhythm in time with my cock.

We’re sweaty, panting, and stealing kisses that devolve into bites along the column of Annalise’s neck.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, not recognizing my voice. “My perfect princess.”

She moans in response to that, and I lift my hips, meeting the downward motion of her hips. Her scream is the melody my body has been searching for. I cup her breasts, squeezing her tight buds while she comes all over my dick.

“Fuck,” I curse when her muscles strangle my cock, milking me.

I come at the same time, unable to hold out. Everything I’ve been trying to hold in for too long comes spilling out just like the come pouring into the condom.

“I love you,” I say, voice strained and restricted from all of the sensations flowing through me. “Fucking love you so much.”

She pants, her orgasm still running its course.

I don’t need her to say it back. As long as she doesn’t run from it. An impossibility considering how tightly I’m holding onto her hips.

Even when I flip our bodies, pinning her beneath me, I don’t loosen my grip. Not until we both come down from the highs of our orgasms do I think to lift up onto my elbows to relieve some of my weight off of her, but I keep her under me.

“I love you,” I tell her, kissing her face and finally feeling free of the weight it took to hold that in for the past few weeks since I realized this warm, lightness inside of the pit of my stomach whenever I think about her (which is constant) is love.

A deeper love than I’ve felt in any previous relationship.

She sighs, turning her lips up to meet mine again.

That’s all the answer I need for now.

* * *

“Tonight’s performance was so damn good,” Annalise says, curling her naked body into mine.

I nestle her closer, my arm around her waist while her head rests on my chest.

“Thank you,” I answer.

She slaps my stomach with her free arm. “How did you hear about it?”

When she angles her head to look up at me, I lean in to kiss the tip of her nose.

“My mate from school, Seamus, is actually a member of the cast. He played Demetrius.”

“No way.” She lifts her head, looking genuinely surprised. “He was really good. The entire cast was. And cute.”

She wiggles her eyebrow and laughs when I tickle her stomach.

“I’m the only one you get to call cute.”

I bite her earlobe when she rolls her eyes at that.

“Was this your first time seeing this performance?”

I nod. “Not one for plays or Shakespeare.” I pause, reconsidering. “I wasn’t until a certain princess walked into my life.”

The side of her lips curl up into the cutest fucking smile. I run my thumb along her bottom lip.

“Thank you for taking me to see it.”