24. Chapter 24 #3
“What’s going on?”
“I’m overwhelmed,” I admit in a whisper. He opens his mouth, without a doubt to assure me again we can stop. “In a good way,” I quickly add before he can. My heart flutters like there’s no tomorrow, and before I can even try to swallow them, the words break free. “I really, really like you, Erik.”
It feels like a weight falls off my chest, the moment I say it.
“I really, really like you too.” His answer is instant, without a millisecond of hesitation. Too quickly? I search his face. His cheeks are flush, hiding his faint freckles and his eyes soften.
“You can start moving,” I mumble, eyes closing because if I look at him any longer, I will cry again.
And he does. Slowly, he starts moving, pulling back and carefully pushing back inside me.
But he also captures my lips in another kiss. This time it tastes salty with my tears, but it doesn’t matter because Erik just said he really, really likes me.
His thumb finds my clit, and a familiar pressure builds in my lower belly as he slowly picks up his rhythm. I dig my fingers into his sheets, pleasure clouding my senses.
“You feel so good, babe,” he mumbles into the kiss. “So perfect for me.”
I want to tell him that so does he. That I’ve never felt like this during sex before. So cherished. So loved. So cared for.
But I can’t form a proper word, much less a sentence. All that comes out of my mouth are sighs and moans, and then the fireworks inside me are about to ignite.
“Erik,” I whisper with a sob and let go of his sheets to let my hands roam over his back. He keeps his steady rhythm, fucking me so carefully until I start trembling.
“Coming,” I whimper, digging my fingertips into his shoulders.
“Show me.” Those two words are all it takes.
I explode and come with his name on my lips, gasping for air as my entire body shakes, contracting around him while fireworks go off behind my eyes.
“That’s it, babe.” He wipes a strand of hair away from my sweaty forehead. “Come on, say it again. Love hearing my name from your lips as you come.”
“Erik,” I moan as another shudder rips through me. Spots could my vision and I forget how breathing works for a moment there.
“Fuck,” he groans and tenses, thrusting into me faster. “Almost there.” I force my eyes open. I want to watch him. I need to see it. Need to watch him come.
“Kylie,” he grunts my name and then his entire body goes rigid, his thrust turn more erratic.
My eyes trail down. I watch a drop of sweat making its way down his chest as he keeps fucking me. It’s mesmerizing and slowly lets me return to reality.
He growls and my eyes dart up, just in time to watch his eyebrows knit, teeth digging into his lower lip and then I feel him come inside the condom. Inside me.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back and I can’t help but watch him, absolutely mesmerized by the way the muscles in his neck strain, by the way his face pulls into a grimace of pleasure, his flush cheeks, the wrinkles between his eyebrows.
I run my fingers through his hair and pull closer. His open lips find mine, our tongues tangling lazily as he slowly rocks inside me and tries to catch his breath. Then he lays his forehead against mine.
He carefully pulls out of me, discards the condom, and catches my lips in another soft, languid kiss, broken quickly by both of our need to, well, breathe. We stare at each other, words evading us as our breathing slowly calms down.
“I’ll be right back,” he mumbles and gets up. Once he stands he stops himself and turns back to me, eyes raking over my naked form appreciatively. I don’t think he notices the lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to,” I whisper and turn my head to bury my nose in his fluffy pillow.
Moments later he’s back with a huge towel and wipes down the insides of my thighs. When he’s finished, he lets it fall next to the bed, climbs in beside me. I scoot into his open arms and he pulls the blanket over the two of us.
“Hey, babe.”
“Hmm?” My eyelids are so heavy. I cuddle more into him and hide a yawn behind my hand.
“For the record, I also really, really like you when I’m not about to fuck you.”
“Oh.” I breathe, my eyes flying open. My heart warms, as do my cheeks, stomach fluttering and ugh, those pesky emotions are making me tear up again. Still in a good way, though.
I didn’t even know I needed to hear that, but now that I have, it’s just… everything.
“I really, really like you too. Even when I don’t have your huge cock inside me,” I answer him with a teary smile.
“Good.” He chuckles and pulls me to his chest, dropping a kiss to the top of my head. “Just wanted to make sure you knew that.”
“Thank you,” I mumble against his chest and sneak my arm around his hip. The words don’t feel adequate for what I’m feeling, for how he’s making me feel, but there is no way my brain can conjure up any appropriate description. I’m exhausted. Well-fucked and satisfied. Overwhelmed. Happy.
I kiss whatever body part of him is in front of my face and two minutes later, I’m asleep.