Page 136 of Hate You Up Close

“I know, baby,” I rasp, kissing her salty nose and cheeks. “I know.”

I love you too.

Our limbs shake as I crash my mouth to hers, our breaths frantic and our teeth clanking together as we try to fight our way into each other’s bodies. In between kisses, wemumble words that no one else would understand, but we do. She cries out my name, and I groan hers back. She tells me how beautiful I am, and I tell her how exquisite she is. She whimpers, telling me how good I feel and I croak, telling her that she's mine.

Our lips and hands are everywhere, hungrily staking our claim on one another.

Sweat drips from my temple as I rock my hips, my body losing control with hard, wild thrusts. My cock jerks as her pussy starts to spasm around me, sucking me in.

It’s impossible to hold on any longer.

I let go. I give her all of me.

For the first time ever, I’m coming inside of a woman with no condom. I’m filling her up with all of me, fully aware of the consequences of our actions. The thought is so primal, turning me on as cum shoots out of me in thick ropes. The base of my dick glistens with a mixture of our arousal, our slick dripping from her pussy as I continue to fuck her through our release.

“Elliot,” Roxanne screams, tossing her back against the pillow and clenching her teeth.

“Give it to me, baby,” I growl. “Give me everything.”

Her body shakes as her pussy convulses, pulsing around my cock with dire need. The walls of her pussy flutter and quiver, milking me for all I have.

Suddenly, I see why sex is so special to people. I see why it’s so much more than a physical transaction.

Because this…what we just did together, is so fucking beautiful. It’s more than dirty words and getting each other off. It’s allowing a piece of your soul to leave your body and permanently attach itself to someone else.

It’s permanent. Never-ending. A kind of love that’s indescribable.

I keep thrusting until we’re both completely spent, breathless, and panting for air.

Finally, I drop my forehead to the pillow beside Roxanne’s cheek and slowly pull out of her. I collapse to the bed, rolling over and pulling her on top of me. She drapes an arm over my chest and wraps a leg around my waist. She nuzzles her head into my neck while planting soft kisses to my sweaty jaw. I graze my fingers up and down her spine and place a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

We just lay there in silence, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. No words are spoken for what feels like hours, because how do you find words when there are no words in the English language for what just happened? It’s overwhelming and life-changing. It’s a moment that will be seared into my mind and heart forever.

Roxanne traces the pads of her fingers along my collarbones, sucking in a shaky breath before ripping my heart wide open.

“I’m never going to give up on you, Elliot,” she rasps. “When you love someone, you fight for them. And that’s what I’m doing. No matter how hard you try to push me away, I’ll still be right here. When you finally allow yourself to be happy, I’ll be right here, waiting with open arms. And you’ll know that I never gave up. I will never give you up.”

When you love someone, you fight for them. And that’s what I’m doing. No matter how hard you try to push me away, I’ll still be right here.

A tear slips down my cheek as I hold her to me, pulling her closer until she’s on top of me, straddling my waist with my flaccid cock between our sweaty bodies. I tighten my fingers in her hair and bury my face in her neck, letting my salty tears soak her delicate skin.

I’ve never had anyone speak those kinds of words to me. There’s never been anyone who truly wanted to fight forme, despite my fucked up past. Never has a person been so selfless that they would be willing to see past my selfishness.

I love her. So damn much.

I kiss the top of her head, holding her naked body against mine in a tight embrace.

I never want to let her go.

When Skylar and I broke up last year, she told me that I would know when I finally found my person. She said I would want to rip my heart out and hand it to that special person on a silver platter.

I didn’t believe her…Until now.

Because right now, I’m holding my heart, everything I care about in my arms. All that was mine, is now hers.

“My heart,” I rasp against her hair.

In a world with billions of people, my heart finally feels like it found its home.