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She mewls, the vibration shooting through my cock straight to my spine, and I settle my hand on the top of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.
I fight the urge to thrust, but she grabs my ass and takes as much of the length into her mouth as she can, twisting her head a little.
“Fuuuck,” I shout, holding her in place, muscles shaking with effort, because all I want to do is fuck her throat until I empty down it. Next time. Or never. Fuck, just not right now. I need to be in her.
With a forceful grunt, I snap my hips back and duck, holding her in place as I worship her mouth. When I pull back, she’s absolutely dazed, panting as she gives me one final, tentative stroke.
She’s so sexy, learning, exploring what her power feels like. It’s almost painfully intimate.
I grip her chin and ease her back before ripping the foil package open. Her lip settles under her teeth and she flattens as I roll the condom on.
“Wasn’t sure you’d have one big enough,” she says, almost too quiet for me to hear, but my chuckle surprises me.
I smirk and crawl up her body again as her evident embarrassment fades. Rather than try to come up with something to say, I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss. She grabs my face, meeting my urgency with a fire all her own. I line up, easing the head of my cock in as gently as I can. Holyfuck, she’s so tight.
I take a slow breath, pushing further while she writhes, whimpering and pulling at me. When I finally seat as far in as I can, she doesn’t even give me a second to compose myself before she bucks, grinding herself on me.
“Shit,” I whisper, grabbing the back of her thigh and hiking it over my hip as I rock forward. She cries out against my lips, biting me out of sheer desperation.
My groan is far louder than I intend as the blast of arousal hits me. It’s the stimulation I didn’t know I wanted, spurring my hips faster, harder.
She clutches me everywhere, clenching my cock, urging me deeper, moaning and clawing like a tiny animal. I couldn’t be prouder to bear these marks.
We soar toward release together, and when I angle my hips, fingertips digging into her flesh, she clamps down on me with a scream, bucking.
It’s all I can take, and I shout as I pound her harder, eventually stilling as I unload. All I can think is how badly I want to fill her without this stupid condom, so I can watch it dribble out of her and shove it back in.
“Fuck!” Another wave of pleasure grips me, and I grind deeper, her clenching walls milking even more out of me until we’re both spent, panting in each other's arms.
If I could fit more of myself in her, I would. My heart, my soul, everything. She’s the home I’ve needed my whole life. It’s frankly ridiculous to feel so much, so fast, but I know now that everything has led me to Lucy. The light to my dark, the order to my chaos, the calm to my storm. My brilliant, broken little firefly.
“Oh my God,” she says on a high-pitched exhale, raking her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. “That was amazing.”
I nod against her neck, but I can’t speak yet. This is too raw. I’m too raw.
I pull out of her and tug the condom off, dropping it in the trash can by the bed, then I roll back to her and hug her tighter. I hook my leg over her hip, pulling her so flush against me, I’m sure it’s uncomfortable, but she doesn’t complain. In fact, she hugs me just as tightly.
“Hey, you okay?” She kisses my cheek, and I tighten my arms like I’m trying to strangle her.
I nod, and she lets out a happy hum, wiggling deeper into my hug. I press a firm kiss to her forehead before adjusting us under the blankets on our sides.
“Mm. Goodnight, Mister Ghost,” she whispers, giving my lips a soft kiss. It’s too perfect. She’s too perfect. I don’t know what to do with these fucking emotions, but I know she’s never leaving my sight again.
“Goodnight, Lucy,” I whisper back, wrapping my arms lower until her ass is in one hand and her pussy in my other, pulling her closer with my leg.
“Why is that so hot?” she mutters, almost to herself.
It isn’t until she hikes her hip a bit so my hand can fully cover her, accepting the embrace without question, that the fear she’ll leave or disappear fades completely. Maybe she feels just as strongly about me. Could I be that lucky?
My still-hard cock twitches at the thought, but we’re both so exhausted it’s only a few synchronized breaths before we’re deep asleep.
* * *
I wake before Lucy, from the single most restful night of my life. The light level in the loft tells me it’s also far, far later than I’ve ever stayed in bed. And yet, I don’t want to move.
We’re still tangled together, though it’s more haphazard. She has one arm flung sideways, hair covering her face, one of her feet hooked under my calf, and she’s so peaceful and beautiful, I don’t even want to breathe. Besides which, her skin is so warm it’s like I’m hugging the sun. Very different from the cold, sterile nothingness that usually greets me.
I hadn’t intended to fall asleep as quickly as we did, but my body had other plans, obviously.
