“Fuck,” he groaned as he moved into me. “You feel fucking amazing.”
I was surprised he could even speak because the words seemed to be escaping me for the time being. I pressed my hands into his chest, letting my nails trace his skin, the place where his heart was, as he began to move inside of me. He felt almost too good, too intense, but soon the feeling mellowed into something I could handle. He brushed his lips across mine, nearly tender, as he moved his hands down to sink his fingers into my ass and fuck me hard.
“Oh my god,” I gasped as he moved into me, rocking my hips back up so I could take him deeper. I craved every part of him, as much as I could take, in a way that I never had before. Knowing he was raw inside of me, something I had never shared with anyone else before, was just making it all the more intense. His breath was coming fast, and I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. I could already feel his muscles tensing as we moved helplessly against each other, both of us giving in to the pleasure.
We held each other so tight and so close, it was like we were trying to become one being, like we would never extract ourselves from each other’s arms. I thought back to waking up in bed next to him that first morning and wondered how I could ever have forgotten any of this. I had never found this connection with anyone before, this physical desire that seemed to run so deep in me, it carved a whole new valley in its wake. He kissed me again, pushing a strand of hair back from my face, and suddenly, I was back in the present, getting close once more. My pussy was so sensitized, I could hardly take a moment more, and I knew exactly what I had to do to get him to where I was.
“Kristo,” I murmured in his ear. “Kristo.”
“Fuck,” he growled in my ear, and he thrust one more time deep into me and came hard. I could feel his body convulsing on top of mine as I sank my nails into his shoulders and held him steady. The feel of him coming was all I needed to push me over the edge, my body shivering from head to toe as it hit me. It was more mellow than the last one but more intimate, too, the intensity emotional instead of physical.
He slowly slid out of me and collapsed on the bed beside me, catching his breath. I watched with something close to pride as he gasped for air, satisfied that I had managed to exhaust my man so thoroughly.
He caught my hand and brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips over the knuckles. Then, he turned to smile at me.
“See? Never too tired,” he told me, almost proudly. I giggled.
“No, I can see that,” I agreed, and I reached over to push a strand of overgrown hair from his eyes. “You need a haircut.”
“Yup,” he agreed, fiddling with his hair. “Guess you’ve just been keeping me busy.”
“And I fully intend to keep up with that.” I grinned, and I felt myself soften toward him now that the rampant desire was beginning to fade. I laid my head on the pillow next to him, and he smiled at me as our eyes met.
“I’m so glad we’re together,” I sighed, and he grinned and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“So am I,” he agreed. “I love you, Amaya.”
“I love you too,” I replied, and before I knew it, my eyes began falling shut as he pulled me close to him. I let the sound of his heart against my head soothe me and quickly found myself falling into a deep, restful, and much-needed sleep.