reverberates through his chest into mine. I feel himeverywhere, from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head and every pressure point in between. My ass and clit throb with the aftereffects of intense fucking and multiple orgasms. If I thought I was crippled after the first time with him, I’ll never walk again after this.
He collapses on top of me, his body bathed in sweat, his breathing rough and choppy.
I hold him close, sensing he needsthe contact as much as I do. I can’t believe I blurted out those words, and he probably can’t either. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. He can’t leave me now that he knows I love him. He can’t walk away from what we could have together. I won’t let him. He said this would be the end, but it’s only the beginning of everything I’ve ever wanted. I can be what he needs. I can changehis mind if I love him enough for both of us.
After what we just shared, I’m sure of that. I’m so sure that I’m willing to risk everything by saying it again, in case he missed it the first time. “I love you, Hayden.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he tightens his hold on me. It’s all he’s capable of. I get that, and it’s enough. For now. I’ll have all of him no matter what it takes. Anythingless than everything will never be enough for me where he is concerned.
With a deep inhale, he rises up and begins to withdraw from me, slowly, carefully, making me moan from the agonizing drag of his big cock over my sensitive, tortured flesh. Then he removes the vibrator, too, leaving my body humming with aftershocks. He looks down at me for a long, charged moment before he leaves the bedand goes into the bathroom. I hear water running, and then he’s back with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me up. I’m so sensitive I want to beg him not to touch me, but I can see that it’s important to him to tend to me. So I let him, wincing as he does.
When he’s finished, he curls up to me, wrapping his arm and leg around me, bringing me in tight against him. I thought he would leaveas soon as he could, so the intimate nature of this embrace brings a lump to my throat. He can run, but I’ll find him. I’ll go after him every time. I’ll wear him down until there’s nowhere left for him to hide from the fact that he loves me as much as I love him.
He’s had me. Now I’ll have him.
I’m emotionally and physically spent after what just happened, but I’m also buzzing with adrenalinethat keeps me awake waiting to see what he’ll do. He strokes my arm and back, his lips moving over my hair. The tenderness is what slays me. Even after he warned me that this was all we could ever have, he’s still tender. He still cares. I can feel it in every breath he takes and every touch of his hands on my hypersensitive body.
We stay wrapped up in each other long enough that I lose trackof how much time has passed. He never stops caressing me, and I float on a sea of contentment. This is how it could be, him and me, pushing the limits together, experiencing life’s highs and lows and everything in between. I want that life with him so badly that there’s nothing I won’t do to get it. That sort of desperation is new to me.
His hand stills on my shoulder. “Are you asleep?” he whispers.
I start to reply, but something stops me.
After a long silence, he says, “I want to say it, too, and I’m sorry I can’t. I don’t know how to say it, because I never have before. I’m so sorry, baby.”
While I hold my breath and blink back tears, he gets up from the bed. I hear him rustling around the room. I hear legs pushing into denim and the scrape of his zipper. His T-shirt is half under me,and he extricates it carefully. A few minutes later, I hear the front door click shut.
I want to beg him not to go. I want to beg him to give me—and us—a chance, but that battle can’t be fought and won tonight. That battle is going to take some
He collapses on top of me, his body bathed in sweat, his breathing rough and choppy.
I hold him close, sensing he needsthe contact as much as I do. I can’t believe I blurted out those words, and he probably can’t either. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. He can’t leave me now that he knows I love him. He can’t walk away from what we could have together. I won’t let him. He said this would be the end, but it’s only the beginning of everything I’ve ever wanted. I can be what he needs. I can changehis mind if I love him enough for both of us.
After what we just shared, I’m sure of that. I’m so sure that I’m willing to risk everything by saying it again, in case he missed it the first time. “I love you, Hayden.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he tightens his hold on me. It’s all he’s capable of. I get that, and it’s enough. For now. I’ll have all of him no matter what it takes. Anythingless than everything will never be enough for me where he is concerned.
With a deep inhale, he rises up and begins to withdraw from me, slowly, carefully, making me moan from the agonizing drag of his big cock over my sensitive, tortured flesh. Then he removes the vibrator, too, leaving my body humming with aftershocks. He looks down at me for a long, charged moment before he leaves the bedand goes into the bathroom. I hear water running, and then he’s back with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me up. I’m so sensitive I want to beg him not to touch me, but I can see that it’s important to him to tend to me. So I let him, wincing as he does.
When he’s finished, he curls up to me, wrapping his arm and leg around me, bringing me in tight against him. I thought he would leaveas soon as he could, so the intimate nature of this embrace brings a lump to my throat. He can run, but I’ll find him. I’ll go after him every time. I’ll wear him down until there’s nowhere left for him to hide from the fact that he loves me as much as I love him.
He’s had me. Now I’ll have him.
I’m emotionally and physically spent after what just happened, but I’m also buzzing with adrenalinethat keeps me awake waiting to see what he’ll do. He strokes my arm and back, his lips moving over my hair. The tenderness is what slays me. Even after he warned me that this was all we could ever have, he’s still tender. He still cares. I can feel it in every breath he takes and every touch of his hands on my hypersensitive body.
We stay wrapped up in each other long enough that I lose trackof how much time has passed. He never stops caressing me, and I float on a sea of contentment. This is how it could be, him and me, pushing the limits together, experiencing life’s highs and lows and everything in between. I want that life with him so badly that there’s nothing I won’t do to get it. That sort of desperation is new to me.
His hand stills on my shoulder. “Are you asleep?” he whispers.
I start to reply, but something stops me.
After a long silence, he says, “I want to say it, too, and I’m sorry I can’t. I don’t know how to say it, because I never have before. I’m so sorry, baby.”
While I hold my breath and blink back tears, he gets up from the bed. I hear him rustling around the room. I hear legs pushing into denim and the scrape of his zipper. His T-shirt is half under me,and he extricates it carefully. A few minutes later, I hear the front door click shut.
I want to beg him not to go. I want to beg him to give me—and us—a chance, but that battle can’t be fought and won tonight. That battle is going to take some
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