18. Taran #3
His gaze held mine, steady and warm. “I trust you too, baby,” he said quietly, like he was sealing a promise. “And if you’re okay without… I am too.”
A murmur escaped my lips, a plea for Wynter. "I need you... inside me."
His eyes widened, a soft gasp slipping past his lips. "God, Taran... I've wanted this. Dreamt of it. I'm afraid of messing up."
I quelled his fears with a reassuring smile, my voice just above a whisper. "Whatever you do, however you do it... it'll be perfect."
He gave me an uncertain nod and I took that as my cue to stand up, peeling off my clothes one by one in anticipation of what was to come.
Wynter's gaze roamed over my exposed body, awe flickering in his eyes. "You called me beautiful," he murmured, "but that title belongs to you."
Heat flushed through me at his words and my heart pounded against my ribcage like a bass drum.
Our tongues explored the expanse of skin presented before us; licking, sucking, nibbling on necks and shoulders while our hands caressed every inch available.
When our lips met again, there was no urgency now—just the slow press of our mouths, as if we had all the time in the world.
His breath mingled with mine, warm and deep, a silent promise of what was to come.
I felt his hands on my skin, hot and sure, as he reached for the lube, the slick sound of it filling the quiet space between us.
Wynter moved behind me, and I could feel the heat of his body pressing against my back.
I reached down, taking myself in hand, my breath catching at the slow stretch of anticipation.
When he lined himself up, I felt that first brush—slow, deliberate, the tip of him inching inside.
My muscles clenched, trying to adjust to him, but he was patient, waiting until I gave him the nod.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I muttered, my words a little more breathless than I meant.
He chuckled, his lips grazing my neck, low and husky. “Keeping my fingers crossed that you’ll say that every time.”
I grinned, a bit dazed already. “It will always be true.”
I pushed my ass against his groin, silently giving him the nod to continue moving. Wynter slid the rest of his dick in to the hilt, his groin grounding against my ass.
His thrusts started slow, almost tender, like he was testing the waters, but it didn’t take long before the rhythm built—each movement deeper than the last, filling me in a way that left me gasping.
My fingers tightened around my dick, my focus scattered by the overwhelming sensation of him inside me.
“I don’t think… I didn’t… oh fuck… I can’t think straight when you’re doing that,” I said, my voice breaking as I moved against him.
“I didn’t expect you to,” he shot back, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “I just want you to feel it.”
I did. God, I felt every inch of him, every thrust. His hands were gripping my hips now, pulling me back into him, and I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that slipped from my lips.
“You… you feel like a fucking dream,” I gasped.
Wynter’s laugh vibrated through his chest, sending a shudder down my spine. “And you’re good for my ego,” he teased, a grin clear in his voice.
The pace picked up, faster now, harder, and I couldn’t hold in the moan that came next. "Fuck, Wynter, you're—you're breaking me apart," I gasped, my hand moving faster on myself, following the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, his voice like gravel against my ear. “I’ll put you back together. In every way you need.”
And God, he did. My world was spinning—every thrust, every whispered word, every laugh shared between us, felt like something new and wild. I could hardly keep track of where the pleasure began and the absurdity ended.
And then, in the rush of it all, I couldn’t help it. “You’re like a fucking machine, I swear,” I said, half-laughing, half-breathless. “Did you secretly join the army to learn how to fuck?”
Wynter grunted, a low, throaty sound that shot heat straight to my cock. “If I joined the army for this, Taran, I’d have made Sergeant Major before I retired.”
I burst out laughing, too out of breath to hold it in. “Oh, please—Sarge, you’re killing me.”
He chuckled. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I didn’t have words left anymore. I just clung to the sheets, breathless, my body trembling as I neared the edge.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I whispered, my voice thick with need. “I—"
Before I could finish, the world broke apart in a rush of heat and light. I came, my fingers slick on my skin as I spilled over myself, a curse slipping out between my teeth.
Wynter followed soon after, his release crashing into me, the deep growl he let out sending shivers through my entire body.
We stayed there, tangled together in the sheets, panting and laughing softly, our bodies a sweaty mess. I leaned back into him, smiling lazily.
“I love you.”
He kissed the back of my neck, his hands still on my skin, gentle now. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice so full of sincerity it made my heart ache. “And for the record, the army taught me how to follow orders, but it never taught me how to fall in love with you.”