Page 193 of Becoming Us

But I still moved harder, faster. Still tried. Because even if I didn’thaveto, it felt good to want to. To give him something and know it was enough.

I picked up the pace, eyes locked on his, his hand coming back to stroke me. Planting my palms on the bed, I pushed down onto him, letting each motion drive us closer to that breaking point.

Atty kissed me again, then broke away just enough to murmur between gasps:

“You’re perfect like this.”

“You feel so fucking good.”

“Every time you take me like this, I lose my mind.”

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do right now.”

His voice trembled.“You’re everything.”

My breath caught, hips stuttering for a moment before I pushed harder, grinding down. I wanted to hear more—needed it.

“Faster, baby,” he rasped. “Don’t hold back. Let me feel all of you.”

I slammed down on him, over and over, all softness gone. We weren’t pacing ourselves anymore—we were chasing that edge.

“I love you, Atty,” I gasped, voice cracking against his mouth.

His arm curled around my waist, pulling me closer. “I love you too,” he said, eyes burning with it. “You’re everything I want. You’re so good for me, Noah.”

It was with those breathy words—words I never in a million years thought I’d hear from anyone, let alone from him—and a perfectly timed thrust that I came all over his chest. The orgasm sparked all the way down to my toes and consumed me before I even knew it had started. I was gone—wrecked, undone, submerged in the flood of pleasure his cock, his hand, and his words had given me.

My arms trembled as I held myself above him, barely staying upright while he kept thrusting up into me. Each movement was rougher now—erratic and hungry, on the brink.

“Come inside me, sweetheart.” I placed a kiss over his open lips. “I want to keep you there.”

A deep, guttural groan tore out of him. He thrust as far as he could, hands locking around my hips like a vice, and let go inside me—exactly the way I’d asked.

Then he pulled me down against his chest, burying me in his warmth. My nose brushed his neck, and I breathed him in—sweat, cum, and the soft remnants of his aftershave. It was heaven.

His chest heaved under me as he struggled to catch his breath. I traced lazy circles over his ribs, sinking into the moment with him, letting the afterglow blur everything else. Eventually, he shifted, and as his cock slipped out, we both shuddered as the sensitivity hit.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Atty asked quietly.

I knew what he meant.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Felt weird asking for praise when I was acting like an asshole half the time. Didn’t think I deserved it.”

His arms tightened around me, holding me closer. “I love you, Noah,” was all he said.

But it was everything.

I smiled faintly against his skin. “You knew exactly what to say.” I huffed a laugh. “You been holding out on me, or are you secretly reading kink forums when I’m not looking?”

He chuckled, warmth spilling out with the sound. “Didn’t have to.”

“Why not?”

“Because I pay attention. Because I know you. And that makes it easy. Nothing’s an act—it’s just natural.”

Fuck if that answer didn’t wreck me further.

I could feel my eyes burning, so I shut them and let myself drown in him, in the weight of his embrace, in the comfort of hisvoice. Even if my body remembered how to move, I didn’t think I could ever convince my heart there was a reason good enough to leave his warmth.