We’re both silent as I thrust in and out in easy, long strokes—so different from the wild, heated sex we’ve grown accustomed to.
She watches me, and I open myself up, allowing her to see the deepest, darkest parts of my soul. I pour years of pain and fear and insecurity into this moment, hoping she’ll realize what I’m giving her is much more fragile than I thought it was.
And she does.
Her bright eyes turn glossy, and I know she feels the difference.
Lifting her hands, she runs them up my chest and around my back—a gentle touch that brings warmth to all of the cold places inside my soul.
I won’t last long, not wit
h this slow, seductive pace and the way she’s looking at me.
I begin to move harder, faster. She lifts her knees, opening herself up, allowing me deeper, and I whisper her name, “Adley.”
I put up a hard fight, but that’s over now. I’m hers just as much as she’s mine, and I’m done holding back.
Her body grows tighter and my cock thicker at my impending release. Refusing to go off before her, I grab her ass and tilt her hips up to hit her at the angle I know she loves.
She cries out, her breaths coming in short bursts as she gives herself to me so openly, allowing me to move faster and thrust deeper.
“Right there,” she pants.
So, I do it again, keeping up that pace, and she moans louder and longer as the seconds tick by. And then her body quivers, her eyes pinch shut as a tear trickles down her temple, and her legs lock around my hips.
My balls tighten, along with my heart, and my vision blurs. Our bodies explode at the same time. I come hard, spilling myself inside of her. She grabs at my hair, pulling my face to hers where she peppers me with kisses and heated whispers.
Please. Please, don’t stop.
Yes, right there.
That feels amazing.
With each thrust comes another contraction and another rush of cum as we fill each other up—her with my pleasure, me with hope and what I can only describe as love.
“Adley.” I collapse against her and press my lips to hers. That’s when I feel it, another tear. I lift my head. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head and swallows, and I can tell she has that thickness in her throat—the kind that makes it hard to talk without crying.
“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to know for sure.
She nods, and I wipe the wetness from her cheek.
“Talk to me.” My dick starts to slide out, but I’m not ready to be disconnected from her, so I shift my hips and slip it back in.
“It’s just…” She sniffs and wipes a tear from her eye before it falls. “I’ve wanted this with you for so long. I tried to tell myself I didn’t, but I did, and now that it’s happening, I’m just a little overwhelmed.”
“In a good way, right?”
She nods and laughs, another tear escaping, which I catch with my thumb. “In the best way. And I’ve been overwhelmed with studying and worrying about my boards and looking for a job. I think all of that combined has me a little more emotional than normal. I can’t believe I’m crying.”
I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “What can I do to help? I don’t know anything about cardiology or that other fancy stuff you tell me about, but I could probably help with anatomy,” I say, wiggling my hips.
“I’m going to take you up on that,” she says, laughing.
“You better. Several times. Until then, I’ve got a different idea.”
“What’s that?”