Page 103 of Riptide

“Yeah, just like that,” I say, voice like gravel. “Fucking made for this. Only me, huh, baby?”

His head turns, and he groans into my shoulder, teeth grazing skin. Then he meets my eyes. And God, the way he looks, eyes glassy, lips red, sweat starting to bead across his chest, is going to ruin me for every other version of this. The trust in this, the enormity of it, makes my chest burn.

“Only you,” he whispers on a moan.

He’s meeting my thrusts now, cock leaking between us, his whole body opening for me like he was always meant to be under me, with me,mine.

And when I lean down and kiss him deeply, he kisses me back like he’s been waiting for this exact moment his whole life. And fuck, maybe I have too.

His hands grip at my back now, nails dragging just enough to leave marks I want him to see later. He’s so close—I can feel it.

“I’ve got you,” I rasp against his mouth. “Come with me.”

His moan fractures against my lips as his body arches, chasing it, chasing me. His cock taps his abs, pre-cum coating them as I thrust again and again. I lean down and lick the trail left there, his salty taste so fucking perfect. “Mmmm, you want me to touch your beautiful cock?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “Fuck, yes.”

I smile darkly, moving deeper, letting him feel how good he already has it. “Too fucking bad,” I whisper against his jaw. “You don’t need my hand, you need my cock. Show me how good I fuck you, baby.”

I increase the pace, holding his leg now, relentlessly taking and giving simultaneously.

And then he shatters. His entire body seizes under me, a cry catching in his throat as his cock twitches against his stomach and he comes untouched. I can’t tear my eyes away, watching him absorb every single morsel of pleasure from his orgasm. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips open, thighs trembling as he rides it out, taking every last thrust while I fuck him through it.

The sight of him unraveling like that, for me, because of me, pulls me under too. I thrust once, twice, and then I’m gone, spilling inside him as a groan tears from my throat, my whole body curling over his.

We stay there, tangled and sated, breathing together in the dark. Arms wrapping around me, he holds me close, even as we both come down. His lips brush whatever part of me he can reach, my shoulder, my jaw, my temple. Like he can’t not touch me.

And I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so much, have been loved so deeply before.

Not just the sex. The after.

The staying.

The safe place to land.

The home.

The End

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