The tip of his cock slips along my arousal, nudging my slick entrance in greeting. “Ready?”
I nod, but give him verbal confirmation too. “Yes.”
Byron pushes into me with care and control, making my body accept every inch he has in excess. The twinge from him stretching me steals my breath and I gasp. His lips slant over mine to take advantage of the opportunity. It’s a chaste kiss, but binds us tighter. Static crackles and buzzes wherever we touch. The contact is magnetic.
Once I’m split apart beneath him, a calm sensation floods in. It’s the long-awaited sunlight after a lifetime in darkness. We’re joined completely. He’s all I see and feel. My tongue sneaks out to taste him, inhaling his signature scent along the way. My senses are consumed.
That’s when Byron pulls all the way out just to slide back in. The thick length of him filling me in a single stroke is climax-worthy. I cry out and cling to him. He repeats the motions, getting into a steady rhythm. His groan is guttural and already bordering on desperate, meeting the thrill sparking under my skin.
A blissed-out smile forms, whisking me away into a dreamy state. “Damn, my good boy really loves me.”
“That’s it, baby.” He strokes my cheek with such reverence, a lump clogs my throat. “Your love is stunning. It glows from every part of you.”
I tremble when he glides deep. “Fuck, why does it feel so good?”
“Your guard is finally down. I’m in all the way.”
“Gosh, that’s erotic and romantic. I’m doomed,” I whine.
Chemistry like this is a myth, or it was until now. Our connection buzzes in my veins and I clench around him. Byron jolts, breaking stride. The disjointed gait makes this even more significant. We’re in this together.
His tempo evens out again, driving me higher with every thrust. The blanket under me cushions the steady friction. He’s right—this space is comfortable. The air is stagnant but not stale. There’s a clean quality that’s either from the organic feed or the purging of our suffering. I breathe it in deeply.
My nails drift along his sides, tempted to dig in and never let go. It’s just that euphoric. Byron’s hands collect mine, fingers threading together, as he tugs my arms straight overhead. This brings us impossibly closer. Our noses and foreheads brush with each gentle stroke.
I capture his gaze with mine. “Does love always feel like this?”
“You tell me. I want to hear more of those thoughts you’ve kept locked away. Spill them for me,” he urges on a lazy entry.
“It’s more than sex.” I arch against the restraints he’s created. “We’re sharing our souls.”
His chuckle is seduction wrapped in kinky fantasies. “Just like that, menace.”
“Your turn,” I insist.
“It’s never been like this,” he admits. “What I feel for you is truly indescribable. It’s like you’ve brought me back to life. Given me a new purpose. I’m overwhelmed by you.”
The naked adoration in his tone wobbles my bottom lip. “Is it weird that I want to cry?”
“Let it out,” Byron croons. “I’ll be here to catch you.”
A single tear tracks down my temple, freeing a drop of pain. Several follow the same path. The purifying drizzle provides room for clarity to reach me. A choked exhale escapes next. This was always going to happen. We were meant to be here.
With that realization, I submit to the throb hammering in my core. Each spike of stimulation prepares to obliterate me. Byron’s pace increases to feed our lust. We still haven’t hit the peak, but it’s looming just ahead.
Strain pinches his features. “Is this enough for you?”
“More than I can handle,” I mumble. “You’re fixing what you didn’t break.”
His lips brush against mine. “Give me all that sweetness.”
I nip at him. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Think I will, menace.”
My legs cinch around his waist and I start to buck into his steady movements. “Finish it, stud. And then you’ll have to scoop me off this floor. I won’t be able to walk.”
“Fuck, baby. I love you,” Byron whimpers in my ear.