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He paused, the head of his cock just touching my ass, and slung my legs over his shoulders. As he slid inside me, the position bent me in half, bringing us closer and closer together. He felt huge and hot and my body resisted him at first, leaving me dragging in air. But he held me tight, lips just a breath from mine, the position so intimate I couldn’t have imagined doing it this way with any of the one-night stands I’d had before. Then Rhys kissed me, mouth soft, hand gentle at the nape of my neck, and in one moment I relaxed. As I did, my body reshaped itself around him, and resistance turned to deep, throbbing fullness.
We both groaned, mouths meeting in passion as he began to move. Heat streaked through me with every thrust, and as he shifted even closer, the hard muscles of his stomach lent wicked friction to my swollen cock. He changed his angle, and when he thrust again, ecstasy swirled in my gut. I cried out and reached for his shoulders, holding him where I needed him, and he groaned, dragging a rough thumb over my lips. He liked it, the closeness, I could tell.
“Right there?”
I nodded and he watched, heavy-lidded, as he fucked me, taking in every gasp and moan. It was intimidating and hot and so gloriously unlike anything I would’ve thought I wanted that it made everything different. It made me different.
When I slid a hand down my stomach and curled it around my cock, desperate to come, Rhys’s eyes went sharp and intense, and he wrapped his larger hand around mine.
He started fucking me harder, deeper, and our hands worked my flesh together, jolts of pleasure tearing through me. Rhys’s eyes squeezed shut and his shoulders trembled, and I knew he was close. I squeezed my ass around him, clenched every muscle I could, and felt my orgasm crash over me. I came in deep, shuddering pulses that left me shaking and hot, like my skin was too thin to contain the pleasure. As the last jolt tore through me on a silent scream, Rhys’s cock pulsed, and he roared out his release as he emptied himself deep inside me.
My whole body was wrung out and shaking and Rhys was still groaning. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and wrapped me up in a hug. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest and inside me, where he was still half-hard. My hole gave an involuntary clench, and he grabbed my ass and held me to him, circling his hips. I heard someone whimpering and realized it was me, but I was too boneless to do anything but let myself be held as my body calmed down.
When he finally eased out of me, stroking my hole with his thumb to soothe the muscle, I gave up trying to pretend that I wasn’t holding on to him as tight as he held me. His lips were in my hair and mine were at his throat, and we clung to each other like we never wanted to let go.
Hours later, when I was making my way home in the freezing dark, my phone chimed with a text.
I know what I want, Rhys had written. I’ve always known. You left just now, while you thought I was asleep, and I’m not sure if you got scared, or you just wanted to be alone. Either way, this is the answer to your question: I want you because you’re generous and thoughtful. You pay attention to things even if you don’t know why they’re important yet. Your life has been hard and you want to help make other people’s lives easier. You’re sweet and smart and sometimes when I look at you I feel like I’ve known you forever.
When we were at that one store you made me try on the pink sweater because you thought it was ugly, but then when I put it on you looked at me like you were shocked that sometimes things aren’t as ugly as you expect and, I wanted to kiss you so badly I had to pinch myself to resist it. You fuck like what I’ve always wanted sex to be. I like how you tease me like you’re grumpy with me. I like how you touch me like you’re daring yourself to do it. I know there’s more to everything you say, but I like how you make me feel like there’s time to learn everything about you.
I want to. You make me want everything, Matt. And I know it’s early and this might scare you away. I hope not. But I know it might, so I’ll tell you this too: I want you however I can have you.
My heart raced and tears pricked my eyes. This was a love letter. A fucking love letter from a man I’d only met five times. A love letter saying things I’d never imagined anyone would say, seeing me in a way I’d never seen myself.
