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“Put it on,” he gasped, and it took me too long to realize he meant the condom next to us. My hands shook as I unwrapped it and rolled it on myself, the breath coming into my lungs shallower and faster than it probably should have, making me feel a little light-headed.

I didn’t care.

Taavi shifted his weight, sliding his fingers out of the way so that he could position himself over me, the heat of his body just brushing the head of my cock.

I swallowed, my whole body trembling, as I waited for him to take me, whimpering a little as he slowly—so fucking slowly—lowered himself down onto me, slowly enveloping me, my nerves so sensitized that it I couldn’t feel anything except the tightness and heat of his body.

Only the head of my cock was inside him when he pulled back, and I gasped, my fingers tightening on his hips. And then, just as slowly, just as deliciously, he slid back down, taking a little more of me before pulling back again.

And then again, a little further.

And once more before his hips met mine. The moan he let out was long and low, and it sent vibrations through every part of me, shivering its way along my spine. He stopped moving, his fingers around my wrists and sweat shimmering on his skin.

“Taavi,” I managed, a prayer and a plea.

And then he began to move, his muscular legs propelling his thrusts as he fucked himself on my cock, his head thrown back, a bead of sweat tracking its way down his throat and over the ink on his neck and shoulder.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

“Val,” he gasped out. “Touch me.”

I pulled one hand out of his grasp and closed it around his arousal, the feel of him hard and silky against my palm. The next sound he made was rough and needy, and I could feel the slickness of precum against my thumb when I rubbed it over the head of his cock. I moved my hand fast, gripping him harder because I could feel the pull of my stitches as the muscles of my stomach contracted, straining to hold back the pleasure that desperately wanted to rush through me.

He rode me harder, faster, and I gasped, barely able to keep control, but desperately needing him to come first. I pressed my thumb against the slit in his head, and he cried out, heat and slickness pushing out of him as his orgasm slammed through him, the muscles of his body tightening around me as he rode me through it, three, four more times before I couldn’t hold back any longer and spent myself inside him with a harsh cry.

I lay beneath him, trying not to suck in the massive breaths that would make my side hurt. I’d barely noticed it at all with Taavi’s hips grinding against mine, but I was paying for it a little bit in the aftermath.

Taavi, as usual, read it on my face.

“Val—”

“I love you,” I interrupted him.

“And I love you, which is why—”

“Marry me.”

His eyes went wide, and I realized what I’d just blurted out.Oh, fuck.

I panicked. “No, sorry. I didn’t mean—I know it’s way too soon for that shit—I just—”

He tilted his head slightly to the side, then quietly—too quietly—climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and felt like an absolute piece of shit. I covered my face with my hands.

Who the fuck blurts outthatand then fucking takes it back?

Me, that’s who.

Jesus fucking Christ. On a cracker, in a basket, and in the proverbial handbasket headed straight to hell.

Fuck.

If I could have ridden that basket right out of the room, I absolutely would have.

I didn’t hear Taavi come back from the bathroom, and I didn’t see him, either, because I still had both hands over my face.

I felt the mattress give a little with the addition of his familiar weight.

“Val.”