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“Same,” I mumble.
He’s hard against me, slipping against my wetness, and I slide my hands along his back, wriggling against him. “Don’t slow down, Dylan.”
My aching need spills out, and the heady mix of lust and love that’s followed me since the second I became his needs freeing. Dylan should be with me, inside me, part of me, and then I’ll finally be totally his.
Lust-filled eyes on mine, he pushes himself into me, achingly slow, until he holds himself from filling me, looking down, mouth parted, enjoying my unravelling control.
“Dylan,” I repeat. “Now.”
Grabbing my hips, he thrusts into me hard, holding himself to the hilt and pausing. My heart thuds, the fire inside for this man roaring as I pull him close. For a second we grip each other, a moment of pure love in the midst of the lust.
“I love that you’re mine,” he whispers
I reach out and touch his cheek. “I love you.”
Dylan smiles, then shifts, pulling me onto his lap, still inside me, and I wind my arms around his neck. We still, soaking up the connection, my heart thudding in my chest, soul no longer reaching out to his because together we’re complete.
Sex with Dylan swings between gentle and unrestrained, but is always about us. I never expected marrying him would change anything, but seeing our love’s beautiful truth in his eyes, my ability to finally let doubts he could want me forever melt away.
Something in this moment pulls us back to the day we reunited after the time and distance that should never have happened. This man is a part of me. I don’t understand how the universe works, or how this can happen, but I believe we came from the same place. My heart never searched for anything, my logic once tying me to a man who couldn’t evoke what Dylan does.
The day I saw myself mirrored when I looked into his eyes I knew then I was lost to him. Lost, I found where I needed to be. I want to tell him I love him again, over and over, but the words seem useless. We shift into our world, the one we created together and are lost in, the one that exists on the edge of everybody else’s.
I hold his face in both hands, kiss him, relishing the feeling of his hard body against mine, how his tenderness edges into the lust. Gripping my ass, he lifts me so I slide against his thick length. His fingers bite into my hips as he pushes me back down onto him. Hard. I grip his shoulders and stare back into his eyes. We move together, Dylan guiding my hips as I slide again and again. My nipples brush his hard chest, pushing me further towards the stars.
The blinding explosion in my head courses through me again, and I sink against him, wave after wave of bliss engulfing me. Dylan doesn’t stop, shifting position, as he takes over, pushing me backwards onto the bed. My body ripples with pleasure still, the harder, faster movement joined by his thumb on my clit at the same time. His hooded eyes watch me, but I can’t hold his look, eyes closing as the pleasure builds again. I shudder further and grip his hair, loving that I do this to him too.
His urgency increases, breath shallower as I grasp at him in pleasure, bodies sliding together. He loses himself in his own orgasm, swearing before holding his hands either side of my head and looking down at me.
“Did I tell you that I love you?” he asks. “You break my brain sometimes, but I fucking love you.”
I slap his ass. “Don’t swear at me, Dylan Morgan.”
He pushes damp hair from my face and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m looking forward to the rest of the night.”
“Night? It’s still the afternoon.” I slide my hand into his hair.
The fan whirs above us, pulling us back to the surroundings, but not out of our world. He strokes my face, running fingertips along my lips. “I don’t need to wait for tomorrow anymore. Today you’re my forever.”
