16. Chapter 16 #3
The look in his eyes is searing, as I feel his impossibly hard cock against my still vibrating clit.
I never thought I could want the man more, but since those three precious words were uttered from his mouth, it’s like my need for him has grown to astronomic proportions.
And he doesn’t deny me. His intense gaze is on mine as he thrusts into me, eyes locked, breath on my face, and I feel him fill me to the hilt on the first pass.
My mouth opens, feeling his cock hit every cell inside me, and he thrusts once, twice, slowly, but with so much purpose, that I don’t even realize that he’s lifted me onto him, off the wall, and is walking me to the bedroom.
When my back hits the mattress, he cups my face, giving me this look as he makes love to me, like he can see right through me.
Like he can read all my secrets and lies, but nothing can ever change the way that he feels about me.
Nothing at all. And it’s the safest, most worshipped, most loved I’ve ever felt in my life.
And suddenly I want him so bad it hurts.
I want to see that look in his eyes as he comes inside me, as he explodes, as he lets himself go for me.
I don’t care how many times we make love tonight, I need to see that.
I need to see him in his most vulnerable moment with me.
My lips are on his, kissing him voraciously, kissing him like I’m trying to tell him with my lips and tongue that I’m forever his, and he’s forever mine.
I suck his lips and tongue, I nip, I pant, I’m so desperate for it, it almost hurts.
And it’s like he can read me, as he fucks me slow and deep, taking all of me in, and giving me all of him.
He kisses me back with equal vigor, making my heart race, making everything inside me alive, making every nerve ending that he touches electric.
His cock hits all the right places and that twitch I suddenly feel, telling me that he’s close, throws me right over the edge.
I grab his face, kissing him so hard as I come like a tidal wave underneath him, and he lets himself go with me.
I feel his come spurt out of him, wetting me, igniting me, as I force him to look at me so that I can see his eyes, see his beautiful face as he gives himself to me.
And it’s like fucking magic. It’s glorious.
And it’s just for me as his eyes darken, his chest heaves, his cock twitches, and he climaxes so fully, inside me, for the first time.
It brings tears to my eyes. As I feel my climax, I also feel the tears trickle down the sides of my face, and then his lips are on mine as our bodies ebb together, coming down off the most intense orgasm either of us have ever experienced together.
His hands find mine and he interlaces his fingers together with mine at our sides, as our foreheads touch, as our chests heave, and as our hearts beat in unison. Like we’re one.
“I love you, baby.” He breathes.
“I love you, too.”
He kisses my forehead, and kisses me tenderly all over my face, before giving a final kiss to my nose, and looking at me with so much love in his eyes. He pulls his fingers out of mine to cup my face and brush the tears off my cheeks. “You’ve never cried before.”
“It’s okay. They’re happy tears.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “I’ve got absolutely nothing to be sad about.”
“I guess that makes two of us, baby.”
He kisses my lips once more before gently pulling out of me and lying next to me. His fingers graze the sides of my face. “Well, what’s the lesson we learned tonight, hm?”
I think about it for a moment. His eyes are playful, and he’s got a little smirk on his face, so I know that the tender moment is over. “Always ask first.”
He smiles. “Excellent.”
I smile at him. “I suppose if we make this thing last, we need to learn to communicate.”
“Yep. If we both had told our stories sooner, we might have saved ourselves some heartache.”
“Agreed.”
He kisses my lips. “So, from now on, we talk about shit.”
“I can do that.”
He exhales a soft grunt. “What’s your take on marriage?”
I sniff. “With anyone else but you I’d say forget it. I don’t need it. Never thought about it.”
A swallow. “I like the idea of calling each other husband and wife some day, instead of boyfriend, girlfriend, partner, all that shit. But I don’t need it, either.”
“And I’m not changing my surname. That’s bullshit.”
There’s that playful look again. “What’s wrong with Lawson?”
I grin. “Nothing. I just...I like my last name, and I don’t want to go through all the bullshit of changing it.
That’s a hard no for me. It’s stupid when people get married and then she has to change her name for him.
It makes sense if you’re going to have kids together, so you all fucking match and shit, but if you’re not having kids, I don’t see the point.
Unless you want to change your name for me? ”
He considers that. “I can’t do that. My name is...valuable.”
“So is mine.”
“Okay, so, your name stays the same. But where are you on the marriage thing? Would you do that?”
After a sigh, I rest my head higher on the pillow. “I’d do the getting married thing, just to get married, but I wouldn’t do the whole wedding bullshit thing.”
“That’s the second time you’ve used the word ‘bullshit’ in this conversation.” He chuckles.
“You noticed that, did you.” I lick my lips. “I’ll get married, but I’d do like a destination wedding, with just you, me, Bowie and Jagger, my mom, and maybe your parents. That’s it. No stupid dresses, no fucking crazy vows, no horseshit speeches, just a two-minute ceremony and a party.”
“What about rings?”
“Nothing gawdy. Nothing that says, ‘ooohhh....hey....look at all the money my rich husband has.”
He laughs.
I laugh with him. “I’m serious!”
“Okay, fine. How about you pick the ring then.”
I give him a look. “Have some element of romance and surprise, dude. Just...nothing that looks like the fucking hope diamond.” Then I get an idea. “A secondhand store. Something antique.”
“Oh, so you would want an engagement ring, too, then.” He teases. “I was just talking about the wedding bands.”
I snort a laugh. “Oh, and no band, by the way. Like...no wedding singer or dumb shit like that.”
“Can we focus here?”
I smile but a ‘v’ forms between my brows. “Why? We’re not actually doing this, are we? We’re just fucking around now, right?”
He blinks, and I can’t tell if he’s still being playful or not. “What if we weren’t just fucking around.”
I lower my head and lift a brow. “Now you’re just fucking around, right?”
His face sobers. “What if I’m not.”