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She strokes me, from tip to base and back again.
My head falls back against the headboard with a guttural groan.
Because fuck, have I missed this, too.
It’s been a while since we were together last, and I’m certain I’m going to embarrass myself and come too soon if she keeps this going. I dig my fingertips into the mattress to keep from doing just that.
Tentatively, she strokes my dick some more, watching, paying attention to what I enjoy most—when she squeezes at the tip, twists, and slides all the way back down.
I thrust into her touch, unable to help myself.
She offers a smile, a lick of those gorgeous lips, and then they’re parting, working down my thickening shaft, and taking me into the warm heat of her mouth.
When she moans around me, I’m already a fucking goner.
With an audiblepopfrom her mouth that makes me harder, I lift her off me, lay her down, grasp the sides of her face as I bend down to meet her, and kiss the living fuck out of her.
I sink my tongue into her mouth. Bite the bottom curve of her lip. Suck it intomymouth.
The hum that vibrates through her body sets my veins on fire.
They scorch through every limb, urging me to run my hands over every inch of her body to satiate the burn. Gripping her curves in my palms, I grind against her, kissing her deeper, kissing her for so long we’re both gasping for breath when we part. Nothing but harsh breaths and blazing eyes between us.
“I want to be inside you, Declan. Can I—”
“Yes,” she’s nodding before I can finish my sentence. “Please.”
We strip each other unceremoniously, too desperate, too fast, too uncoordinated, blinded by lust and want and outright fucking need,until we’re both naked, aching, pressing ourbodies together, legs parting to accommodate my width, and my cock sinking inside her.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, long and guttural. “I missed this. I missed you. So fucking much.”
We move together in a practiced rhythm, a remembered cadence. Slow, deep, grounded thrusts, while I lay a thousand kisses to her skin—her lips, her face, her neck, her chest.
My heart skips a dozen beats, clenches, with how fucking right she feels. With the weight of how much I love her.
A tear slips down her cheek, and I trace the wet trail with the pad of my thumb, before kissing the salty moisture off her face.
Soft hands sink into my hair in return, blue eyes holding me within their grasp. “I love you,” she confesses, “I love you so much it terrifies me, but I’m done being afraid. I want you. I want you forever.”
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to hear her say. That yes, life is scary, and there is no guarantee, but I’m worth the risk. I’m worth her fighting for. I’m worth loving.
It’s no question she always has been for me, too.
Pulling myself in and out of her in long, leisurely strokes, thumb circling her clit in an unhurried rhythm, I extend the waves of pleasure that crest and crash between us. “I love you, Declan, baby. More than I ever have, or ever will, love another person. And I’m not afraid to show you just how much for the rest of my life.”
“Me too, Jude. I—Oh, God.” She shatters apart beneath me. I put her back together with light kisses and softly-spoken words. With my hands smoothing over every inch of her exposed body before dragging her deeper into my hold. With my heart thundering in a relentless rhythm against her own.
She urges me closer with a soft hitch of her breath, fingers digging half-moons into my skin. I bury myself in her desperate hold, in the now messy strands of her bright pink hair, facepressed into the gentle slope of her neck as I murmur a dozen more confessions into her summer-kissed skin.
“You’re it for me,” I tell her, desperate myself—wanting to tattoo my words onto her heart, onto her soul. I settle for inking them onto her skin by the shape of my lips. “You’re all mine. And I’m all yours. We only have to love each other one last year from across the country—through every visit, every phone call, every day spent apart—until we can love each other up close. Alright, Little D? You’re it for me. It’s you and me, baby. You and me.”
Tears spill down her cheeks as she nods along with everything I say, agreeing with sweet words of her own, and my heart bursts with unsteady beats that race through my limbs.
She clenches even tighter around me, and I’m not going to last much longer at this rate.
Thankfully, she’s already there again.
Crying out as she undulates beneath me, chasing her second release.