Page 49 of Love in Mission City

I leaned over him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“And if I don’t want you to?”

Being as fond of a good pounding as the next guy, I wasn’t going to turn down that invitation. “Not tonight, okay, sweetheart? We’ve the rest of our lives to bang, okay? Do a little role-play? I dunno…whatever you want. Tonight, though, I take care of you.”

He blinked several times. “I like the sound of that.”

“Perfect.” I pressed another kiss on his lips before scooting down to position myself between his thighs. “Ready?”

“Always.”

With exquisite care, I started to press into him. Slowly. Inch by inch.

He was tight.

I was patient.

Somehow, we fit together perfectly.

When I bottomed out and was fully seated, I met his gaze.

He let out a long breath and nodded.

I withdrew almost to the tip, then eased myself back in.

He took my cheeks in his hands and pulled me down for a kiss.

I might’ve lost some of my leverage, but he was telling me—in his special way—how much this meant to him. After a long moment, he ended the kiss. Then he wound his legs around me and pressed his heels into my ass.

Okay, message received.

I was as close as he was. I hadn’t done this for a while either. But I’d never had a regular partner—so I could just go fromliaison to encounter with no regrets. With no worries. With no entanglements.

With Byron, I was entangled from the tips of my toes to my crown of curly hair.

And I couldn’t have been happier.

I continued to thrust—keeping up a steady rhythm even as his breathing increased and his grunts filled the space.

He moaned.

“Jerk yourself. I need you to come.” I said the words through gritted teeth, encouraging him. Because when I topped, I always held off as long as I possibly could so my partner would come first. My balls drew up as I tried to stave off the impending explosion.

He took himself in hand. His pace in no way matched mine as he tugged much faster but, to my relief, his cum splashed against my belly even as my orgasm seized me and rocketed me over the cliff and into the abyss of pleasure.

Despite my body’s desire to close my eyes, I held his gaze. He needed to know. How much this meant to me. How moved I was. How he was it for me. I’d found my home. If I never stepped across the threshold of my condo—if I never left here—that I’d be happy forever.

And maybe he wouldn’t be ready to hear those things. Maybe he wouldn’t return my affection.

I’d never know if I didn’t say something.

He reached up to caress my cheek. “I think I love you.” He blinked.

“Oh, thank Christ…because IknowI love you.” I grinned. “And now I’m going to pull out. I’m going to toss the condom. Then we’re going to cuddle.”

A low whine came from outside the door.

“And let the dogs in.” I eyed him as I withdrew.