Page 80 of The Last Person

“Fuck me.”

Heat rushes through me at his words, and I don’t hold back. I learned a long time ago that when he wants me to take his ass, he wants to be fucked hard.

“Yes, yes…” he cries as I swiftly thrust in and out.

His ass clenches tighter around my cock, and I can barely breathe. “Fuck, you feel so good. How do you do this to me every time? You turn me inside out.”

High-pitched moans slip out of him, and his body goes taut. Then he’s crying out and shaking beneath me as his ass strangles my cock.

“Ryan,” I cry, spilling inside him.

I lean down to kiss him, and his tongue instantly meets mine. It’s messy and rough, but I love it.

Wrapping my arms around him, I shift onto my side, knowing exactly what he needs now. With me still buried in his ass, he curls against me, resting his head on my shoulder.

I hold him tightly, gently kissing his shoulder and neck.

This is the difference between sex and intimacy. As good as sex feels, nothing compares to this. To the achy, intense feeling of being this deeply emotionally connected to someone.

I curl my fingers into his braids, and he lets out the softest whimper as he holds me tighter. Like his soul is crying out for mine.

“I love you,” I whisper in his ear, then kiss the side of his head and close my eyes.

The soundof my alarm going off wakes me up to find Ryan still pressed against me, and my cock still inside him. Normally, it would lead to another round, but as my hazy brain makes sense of things, I remember my alarm went off because I’m going to spend the afternoon with Hallie, Sophia, and Hope.

“Baby,” I murmur, kissing Ryan’s neck.

“Mm.”

“We have to get up. I need to get to Hallie’s.”

He leans back and looks at me, eyes still heavy from sleep. Then he wraps a hand around the side of my neck and kisses me hard. “I’ll miss you.”

“Are you okay?” I ask, only because he seems almost pained at the idea of letting me go.

He chuckles. “I’m good. Just feeling extra needy today. I want even more of your touch.”

I give him a gentle kiss. “I’ll hold you all night, I promise.”

“I can’t wait.” With one last kiss, he eases off me, and we both get up.

Thankfully, we always keep one of the extra blankets over the top of the bed so we’re ready to go at any time. It makes cleanup much simpler.

I take a quick shower and get dressed, then find Ryan still lying in bed.

“I’m going to bask in your scent while you’re gone.”

Leaning down, I graze my lips over his. “Do you want me to bring dinner home?”

“No. I’ll handle it.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

He runs his hand over mine, letting it go slowly as I pull away.

I make my way through the house, and as I pass the conservatory again, I smile.