I want it, every inch. I gasp, panting, and he keeps going until I finally reach the end, the bliss, the peak. I come, moaning his name, “Kellen, Kellen, oh god, fuck yes, Kellen,” and he fucks me, spanks me, and finishes deep between my legs. He fills me deep and when we’re done, we collapse onto a couch I bet hasn’t been used in years.
“I forgot to mention,” I say, kissing his neck and touching his cheek as he hugs me close. “You can live here too, if you want.”
“Oh, yeah? You think there’s room?” His breath is warm against my ear.
“We’ll manage.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
“Thanks, I try.”
“But how do you know I want to live with you? Might ruin the mystery a bit.” He bites my earlobe and I push him playfully.
“I have a feeling we can make it work. Separate wings might be a good idea.”
“I like it. I can chase you through the halls before I take you.”
“Easy, there.”
“No, babe, I don’t want it easy.” He kisses me softly and holding me tight against him. “Easy is boring. I want the ups and downs and the heartache and the yearning. I want it all with you. Now, come here and make it hard for me, darling.”