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“Oh, fuck.” His hips buck off the bed.
I’m used to being the powerless one, so having him come undone beneath me fills me with feeling I’ve never experienced before.
I lower my mouth down, bit by bit.
I release him and then swirl my tongue around his tip.
“Fuck!” His hand fists in the back of my hair, and I moan.
I lower my head again, taking as much of him as I can until I gag before pulling back.
Again and again I take him until he snaps and pushes me away.
“No more,” he pants.
He pushes me onto the bed and covers my body with his.
I watch as he fists his cock and guides it inside me.
My fingernails dig into his arms as he slides all the way in.
“Oh, God,” I moan at the fullness.
He moves slowly, rocking in and out of me with a gentleness that threatens to make me cry. He rolls so that I end up on top.
I grab the camera off the nightstand and take a picture of my hand on his chest.
Then another of his face that gets blurred by my hair falling forward.
“Give it to me.”
I hand him the camera and he takes a photo of his hand on my back.
Then another with him digging his fingers more forcefully into my shoulder.
There’s a reason I chose the title Moments for my project.
It’s moments like this, ones where we’re so close to losing our minds, that time slows down the most.
Where his finger on my lip and my nails in his back adds up to a much larger picture.
Each moment is precious in its own right, but you put them together and it’s magic.
***
Jace lifts his coffee cup to his mouth, his eyes glued to the book he’s reading. Every little bit he looks up at me and I know there’s something on his mind that he wants to talk about, but I wait for him to speak.
He looks adorable this morning. His normally harsh edges are softened by his sex-rumpled hair and the dorky glasses he wears in the mornings.
I eat my cereal quietly, waiting.
Finally, he closes the book with a sigh.
“Are you sure this Owen thing is over?” he asks.
I laugh. “I told you I loved you and then spent the night showing you how much—so yeah, I’m over him.” He doesn’t look appeased. I sigh. “Will you feel better if I tell you about him?”
“I don’t know?” he answers honestly. “Maybe.”
