He stills. “Again.”
“I’m in love with you.”
He moves. “Again.”
“I’m in love with you. Love with you. Love with you.”
He drives into me over and over again as I chant my love for him. My toes curl, and I revel in the rough, uncontrolled coupling, my body winding tighter and tighter.
When the climax rips through me, I scream, my voice breaking as I’m sucked into the maelstrom. But I don’t stop the mantra because I know he needs to hear it. He pushes me ruthlessly. The shells around my heart shatter one by one until I’m utterly vulnerable. “I’m in love with you, Lucas.” I stare into his dark eyes. “Don’t let me fall.”
“Never.”
The single word is a promise so solid it grounds me, an anchor making sure I’m not lost. He thrusts into me so hard, with such intensity, I orgasm again, my vision almost dimming. Still he doesn’t stop. My inner walls are swollen and sensitive, and the wet friction of his cock driving in and out of me pushes me closer to another climax.
His uneven, choppy breathing and frantic pace tell me he’s close, and I want us to fall into oblivion together this time.
Tunneling my fingers into his hair, I caress my cheek against his. My mouth almost touches his ear as I whisper, “I’m in love with you, Lucas. Come. Come with me.”
He dips a finger into my folds and runs it over my tight rosette. My back arches at the electrifying pleasure, and it catapults me to another height. As I cry out, he pulls out and comes all over my belly. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and moist against my sweat-misted skin. “Ava…Ava…”
I caress his head.
I’m in love with you.
With that declaration, I’ve made myself as defenseless as a child. I meant it when I begged Lucas to not let me fall. I’m scared witless. I’ve never let myself be this vulnerable to someone before.
Still, everything around me is clicking into its rightful place. I wouldn’t give up this moment for anything.
* * *
Lucas
As my lungs finally stop heaving and blood circulates back into my brain, I tighten my hold around Ava, not wanting to let her go, ever. If I can have her by supporting her against the wall, I’ll happily do it for the rest of my life.
Still, I know I’m crushing her, and the textured wallpaper can’t feel good against her delicate skin. I pull back, lowering her gently. She wobbles on her feet, and I allow myself a moment of satisfaction before my gaze hits the sticky mess on her belly.
Why are you so grimy?
Why did I say about making a mess?
Don’t touch me with your dirty hands.
Suddenly my throat closes around me, and I take half a step back. “I made a mess.”
She smiles, looking down. “I don’t mind.”
I shake my head. “I shouldn’t have.”
“Lucas…”
“Let me get a washcloth. Don’t move and don’t go anywhere.”
She regards me, confusion pinching her eyebrows together. She reaches over and takes my wrist. “Lucas, don’t.”
“I wasn’t thinking. Shouldn’t have done it when I didn’t have a condom on me.”
Ava looks at me. “You weren’t…planning on sleeping with…her?”