“All of it, please. Just stop torturing me.”
“I should tease you—drag this out for hours after the way you’ve tortured me the past few weeks.”
“Willem, please.”
“Lucky for you, I’m eager too. So, I’ll pay you back later. Right now, I just need to be inside you.”
With one slow thrust, he pushed all the way to the hilt, holding my eyes the whole time.
The air in my lungs slipped free, barely rushing back in before he did it again, stealing any oxygen again and again. As if he couldn’t decide what he missed more, my hugs or my body, he fell over me, holding me tight, fucking me hard and fast and then harder and slow.
I clung to him just as tightly, kissing every inch I could reach, pressing my breasts to his chest, so each thrust caused them to bounce against his chest hair.
“So fucking tight. Like you were made for me.”
Running my hand through his hair, I pulled him back to look at me.
“Maybe I was.”
His brilliant blue eyes swirled between heat and so much caring and need I could only hope it was anywhere near the same love that filled me. I couldn’t be the only one in this.
He ran his nose along mine, delivering the sweetest, softest kiss against my lips. “Maybe you were.”
“Willem…” I wanted to say it then. I wanted to confess how much he meant to me as my eyes burned, the emotions too much.
Before the words could slip free, he sat up, pulling me with him. “Ride me.”
Resting my forehead to his, I flexed my thighs and rocked back and forth. His hand moved to my ass, pushing to urge me faster, pulling a gasp from my parted lips when his finger slipped between the crack to brush against another place no one had ever touched.
“Oh, god.”
“Someday,” he promised.
It was the sweetest promise I’d ever heard because it wasn’t some illicit promise to claim every inch of me. It was a promise that there would be a time in the future when we were still together.
It spurred me on, and I rocked harder.
“Good girl,” he encouraged. “You fuck me so well. So hard, I’m going to come.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Come for me,” he ordered.
I rode harder, chasing the orgasm he demanded I have. “Help me,” I begged. “Give me more.” My plea fell with double meaning, and his hooded eyes let me know he understood both.
His hand slipped between my thighs and brushed against my clit, his other gripping my ass so tight I hoped for bruises in the morning. I held on to him, our bodies slick, my eyes glued to his, and with only a few swipes across my swollen bundle of nerves, I came.
My hands dug into his hair, and I held him to me, tears leaking from the corner of my eyes as my world exploded and pulsed and slammed back together, all in his arms. He circled my clit, easing me down from my orgasm, just to grip both my hips and raise up to his knees, holding me in place as he fucked me like a freight train.
My pussy pulsed with aftershocks on the verge of coming again when I looked down at his tight abs, straining arms, and thick, fat dick tunneling in and out of me.
When he reached his orgasm, he toppled us over, sliding as deep as he could, and I latched on to his lips wanting to taste his moan. I dragged my fingers through his hair, past his neck, and across his shoulders, just to reverse the path and do it all over again.
My thighs ached from having them spread around him, but I never wanted to move. I was uncertain what happened once he slipped free, and the immature girl inside me wanted to stay like this forever. I wanted to stomp my feet and cross my arms, refusing to move.
With as much hesitance as I felt, he slipped free, easing the separation with a long kiss. He softly drank from my lips. As frantic as they were before, they were languid and exploring now.
“Let me get rid of the condom,” he whispered against my mouth. “Then we can sleep a bit before going again.”
Before he could get up, I gripped his wrist, holding him in place. Not even being able to meet his eyes in fear I’d see the answer before he said it. I wanted to prolong any pain as long as possible, so I stared at where I gripped him and asked, “And tomorrow?”
The longest pause of my entire life followed.
My heart crumpled in on itself when he twisted his wrist out of my grasp. Tears burned up my nose as I struggled to swallow down the lump, fighting with all I had not to sob in his bed and beg him to not do this.