We’d given up condoms last week after getting our test results back, and neither of us were used to the intense sensation of going bare yet. It had led to more than one trigger-happy ending. My favourite had been when Dom had bent me over while I was cooking dinner. He’d been most aggrieved to realise he’d come before the water for the pasta had even boiled.
The laughter that had followed was a reflection of what I’d loved the most about the past three weeks. Not the sex, but the fun.
I hadn’t realised it had been absent from my life.
Nor how much I’d missed it.
“Quick,” Dom panted, tapping me between my shoulder blades. “I need to prep you before my balls burst.”
I laughed breathlessly as I eased out of him. “Literally impossible, love. Anyway, we don’t need to worry about that.”
He tilted his head quizzically. “What do you mean?”
“Remember how I popped out to get my sketchbook?”
“And took an unreasonable amount of time doing so? Yes.”
“That’s because I was also doing this.” I fell back on my arse and spread my legs. “No prep required.”
Dom gave a filthy groan as he spotted the plug nestled neatly in my hole. “You little minx. You planned this all along.”
I grinned. “Had to make sure you had a good enough incentive to let me draw you.”
“Well played, Shadow.” He carefully tugged the plug free. “Do you need anything more or can I…?”
“Fuck that,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
“Thank god,” he said, propping himself up with one of his big arms while his other hand guided him into me. “I was serious about my balls exploding.”
A laugh juddered from me. “You’re ridiculous.”
He gave me a lazy grin as he began to thrust. “You love it.”
“I do,” I said, winding my legs around his waist. “It’s part of you, and I love everything about you.”
“God, the things you say to me.” His chest brushed mine as he kissed me. “I can’t get enough.”
I wound my fingers into his hair as he took me. Despite the shivers of pleasure rushing over me, my cock stayed soft. I wasn’t surprised. It’d had more action over the last three weeks than the previous decade combined. It wasn’t just Dominic either. I was as needy and desperate for him as he was for me. All it took was a flash of skin or a particularly heated look, and I’d be tackling him to the nearest flat surface. Didn’t matter what it was, either. So far, we’d had sex on the sofa, the kitchen counter, the dining room table, and even once against the front door.
Which, unfortunately, Xander had happened to walkpast. Could’ve lived without him clapping and cheering as I emptied myself into Dominic.
Even without getting hard, I loved every second of Dom being inside me. Nothing felt as right as this. Knowing how much he loved me and the lengths he’d gone to for us to have a future.
It overwhelmed me. Just as my love for him overwhelmed me. I’d thought once that it would pull me under.
Instead, it sent me soaring.
Dom’s breath was sawing against my lips as he slammed into me. He was close. I could feel it. “Shadow. Oh, Shadow.”
“I love you,” I murmured against Dom’s lips. Just like he did with me, I knew what to say to send him over the edge. “I’m yours. Just yours.”
“Fuck!” He thrust in to the hilt as he came, then he collapsed on my chest, wheezing against my skin. “My stamina’s been shot to shit since we started going bare.”
I chuckled, scratching my nails against his scalp lightly. “I think you can blame this one on the mid-session pause.”
“Let’s do that.” He propped his chin up on my sternum, smiling at me in a way that had my heart beating faster. “But we’d best keep practicing, just in case.”
It wasn’tall smooth sailing. Not that I’d expected it to be. There were many times when neither of us wanted to back down. When one of us pushed the other too far. When our voices rose and tempers boiled.