She gasps, dragging her hands down my bare arms. I’m wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, not my CEO getup. She’s wearing a light, summery dress that settles against the curves of her body.
“I love you,” I moan between kisses.
“I love you too,” she whimpers, and we kiss again, harder.
It’s the first time we’ve said it, but just like everything with us, it comes naturally.
“I love you so much,” I groan, lifting her off her feet.
She wraps her legs around me, her dress hiking up. “I love you, Jack. I love you. I love you.”
Each time she sounds more confident, surer, more passionate.
I lower her onto the clamshell bed, just like we did in the game,ourgame. She’s so enthusiastic and eager, my cock feels like it’s going to blow. She tears at my shirt, then reaches between our bodies and rubs her hand up and down the front of my shorts, moaning eagerly.
I pull up just enough to tear my shorts to my knees. My cock springs free, precome glistening in the emerald-green light. I fucking love the way Dakota looks at my rock-hard dick, her eyes wide, reminding me of that first time when I feasted on her soaked pussy before slipping inside.
She wriggles out of her underwear, then lets her legs fall open and raises her eyebrow at me. I’m shaking in anticipation, just like I did the first time, and I stare at her wet, shining pussy. She bites her lip and beckons me with her finger.
“Are you going to keep me waiting?” she whimpers.
I inch forward, staring down at my swollen cock as I spread her walls apart and push inside. She sinks her hands into my shoulders, her eyes lighting up with connection and love.
I push inside her as she whispers she loves me. I collapse atop her, kissing her neck, whispering it in her ear over and over as I thrust inside and feel her tighten around me.
Her walls grip me close as I sink against her. No space between us at all. Nothing stopping us now.
We move together, like lines of code collapsing into one. She moves her hips at the perfect angle as I pull out, then sinks down to meet me when I plunge back in, her heat making me grit my teeth, sweat sliding down my forehead.
She pants in my ear, tearing her fingernails down my back. Time means nothing in this cave, our special place. It’s just us, the slickness, the perfection. We fuck for minutes or hours, I don’t know or care. We’re together, that’s all that matters.
I know she’s going to come before she does. It’s the way her breath changes, the fluttering in her core, her fingernails clawing against my back over the old scratch marks she’s already left.
She screams as her release hits her, cries out in full-blown, unashamed pleasure. I thrust deeper, our eyes fixed on each other as wave after wave of hot come rushes out of me.
“I’ll never stop loving you,” I whisper as my cock begins to wilt inside of her. I kiss her on the neck and the cheek and the lips, wherever my lips land. “For the rest of my life, Dakota, I’ll love you. Cherish you. Protect you.” I swallow, slipping out of her and kissing her on the lips again. “If you’ll let me.”
“I will,” she whispers, voice heavy with emotion. “Always.”
EPILOGUE
DAKOTA
One Year Later
Ilaugh when somebody donates ten dollars with the message,
GreenPhantom: That was pretty cool, but how about you reset the boss and do it AGAIN?
“That was a waste of ten bucks, my guy,” I say, grinning.
My chat lights up with laughing emojis, mixed in withwell doneandcongratulationsmessages. I’ve just solo-killed the most badass boss in the underwater Emerald Cove dungeon, withallthe boss buffs enabled, meaning he was seven times as strong as he normally is. I’m one of the first to accomplish this.
“I know I annoyed my man when I beat the boss last year, at the expo,” I say. “But did he really have to make itthishard?”
The chat loves that too. My viewership stabilized a month after thescandal, several thousand viewers more than I usually got.Most of them have stuck around, and the trolls moved on quicker than I would’ve guessed.
Now, Jack and I are living together. Each day is a gift. We talk. A lot. He doesn’t presume anything. He’s careful not to overstep, to cage me… and I’m careful to sometimes make it clear Iwantto be caged. We’re not simple. I don’t think we ever will be. But wework.