“I’m good here for the rest of my life,” I told him, and his laughter constricted his muscles around me like a vise. “Oh, you’re done,” I threatened him, ready to flip him over on his back.
“No,” he teased, hands on my chest as he levered up, my cock sliding out of him only to be shoved back inside as he pressed down over me. “You’re mine. I missed riding you and having my way with you.”
“Please, yes…have your way with me.”
Cel chuckled, I moaned as the whole loop repeated, and then we were both falling apart, which had been the greatest revelation about sleeping with someone I loved—that being playful and teasing and laughing in bed didn’t kill passion, it made it better.
“That’s it,” I yelled, and he grabbed my nipples and squeezed. “Oh, that’s not fair,” I moaned because, lo and behold, it was something I loved in bed.
“You belong to me. Say it.”
“I belong to you,” I parroted, because I did and Cel knew it.
“Then have me.”
Which told me that what he wanted and needed was to submit and not be where he was, on top. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I rolled him to his back so he was under me. “You can always say.”
He wrapped his beautiful legs around my waist. “Because you moved with such purpose, and it was so hot,” he said softly, checking my face as his hands slid under the headboard so he could hold on. “And I never want to disappoint you or not do or be everything you want, but it was more difficult for me than I let on.”
“What was?” I asked gently, moving over him, my cock pressing for a moment before I pushed inside him. “Being away?”
“Yes,” he mewled, tightening his legs, wanting me closer. “I need—”
“To know you’re home and mine, and it’s us, and you never have to worry because you’ll be loved and adored forever.”
He nodded quickly.
“Because you missed the connection every day, not just of sex and love, but all of it.”
Cel’s hands were on my face. “It turns out I only want to be home with you.”
“That’s lucky,” I said playfully, taking hold of his legs, changing the angle so I had them draped over my arms, lifting him as I thrust slowly. “Because I was climbing the walls. Turns out, my friend can traipse all over the world, but not the guy I’m going to marry.”
He opened his mouth to say something, and there were welling tears, but I thrust again and his back bowed, his eyes closed, and his hands slipped under the bottom edge of the headboard so he could hold on.
“I think what you needed is me,” I teased him, easing back and then thrusting again, harder each time, deeper, faster, until there was the rhythm we both craved. “Yes?”
“Yes,” he moaned as I plunged forward and slid out, hearing his breathing become frantic, choppy. “Always you.Eli!”
He came hard, spurting over my abdomen, and everything contracted at once, squeezing so tight, wringing my orgasm from me seconds later.
I collapsed over him, my body twitching as the sensations rolled through me, and when he wrapped his arms and legs around me, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so safe and loved.
When I could move, I slid tenderly from his body, and instead of rolling over on my back like I normally did, I sat up to get something out of my nightstand.
“What is—where’s my snuggling?” he complained behind me. “I want to be wrapped up and have you—”
“Quiet,” I rumbled, turning around and pulling the pendant I’d had made for him from the velvet box it was in.
He sat up fast, his legs folded under him. “What’s this?”
I showed him the yin-yang symbol then. “This part, that’s you,” I said, tapping the stone. “That’s diamond because you’re perfect and precious. And this part, that’s me, a black diamond, and the circle they’re both in is platinum, so you’ll know it’s forever.”
He was staring at the quarter-sized piece of jewelry in my hand that hung from a platinum rolo link chain, not saying a word.
“Sometimes I’m great and you suck,” I told him, which lifted his gaze to mine. “And sometimes you’re amazing and I’m a real dick, but that’s how it goes, right? Up and down, round and round, but we’re together, always, in this circle.”
“It’s like the white and black swans, both wanting the same thing—love.”