Luna
My back arches when he pushes in deep. “Is the flirting still cute?” he asks and I want to tease him, but I can’t manage the words. He blows my mind, every single time, it’s like all thoughts cease to exist.
Oliver consumes me, it may sound cheesy, but he completes me. I have never felt like I truly belong. My entire life I’ve always felt like something was missing. I was the weak link, the one the rest of my family tossed aside when I needed them most.
After that I floated through life, always feeling like at any moment I may crack and crumble. I walked in fear, afraid of myself at times.
Then I met Oliver.
It took us far too long to get to the point we are now, but I can truthfully say I have never trusted anyone more. I adore him, every ounce of crazy and all his weird ways. He makes me laugh, he makes me feel safe. But most of all, he’s shown me what it feels like to truly be loved. There are no conditions with Oliver, there are no this or thats, he loves all my faults. In turn, I love his just as strongly.
“I can do this all night long if that’s what it takes,” he adds and I remember then, he asked a question.
“Maybe I’ll refuse to answer so you’ll be forced to do this all night and into tomorrow.”
“Is that what you want, baby?” He cups my jaw, kissing me softly, biting my lip. “Do you need me to remind you over and over?”
“Yes, please.” I don’t care if it sounds like I am begging.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” We freeze when we hear Daxton’s voice boom over the shop outside the door. “Don’t you fuckers have a goddamn bed to screw in?”
I bury my face in Oliver’s chest and he smiles.
“Sorry, brother,” he says loud enough for Daxton to hear. “I had to remind my woman who she belonged to.”
I slap his chest. “I am not a dog you dick.”
“Speaking of dick.” He pushes deep into me once more. I keep waiting for Daxton to yell at us again but am thankful he doesn’t. Trying to keep quiet, I instead enjoy Oliver making sure I forget all about whatever his name was.
“I love you so fucking much.” I refocus on him, finding him watching me with an intense look in his eyes. “You are my best friend, the woman I never knew I needed but the one person I know I cannot live without.”
“And you don’t have to.”
He picks me up, carries me over to my table and lays me back onto it. When he pushes inside of me once again, I arch up off the table and my body ignites. I hear him hiss, and then he loses control. I love when he gets to this stage, so desperate and so lost.
I watch him, the way he bites his lips, closing his eyes tight as he continues to move.
I know he is close, he gets that same intense look on his face. Longing, his breaths picking up, his grip on me tightening.
“Fuck,” the word falls from his lips in a growl and then, he crumbles. His legs tremble, his body shivers, and I am in awe.
Awe of the man he is, and the man I know he will always be.